Sunday, September 25, 2016

Kittens, Kittens

The two girls from the county park were fixed Thursday.  Both were lactating. I had drop trapped India's six kittens.  But Bootsy's kittens?  The camp host figured they had died or were eaten by an animal or killed by the many dogs who free roam with their owners there.

But, I got a call Thursday evening, that the camp host had found two of Bootsy's kittens under his trailer. I rushed up and got them..  One girl, one boy, loud, cold and hungry.   I had KMR and put them in with mom after feeding them.

Next day, however, Friday, with India still here, fattening up some, and Bootsy caring for two, I got another call from the camp host.  They'd found two more.  By the time I got up there, that number had increased to four!  Six kittens Bootsy?  Really?

They're so darn cute and right on the brink of weaning.  So they're all in with mom, and I supplemental feed.  They still like sucking down the KMR, nursing on mom some, although she's less and less interested and now, slurping wet food mixed in warm water.

Four girls and two boys!

Heartland is taking all six this coming week!  Yay!

Wolf and his mom

Wolf and Flower

Sugar, one of the first two found, along with Choco, her brother.

Flower again! 

Missy Priss
India is going home today to the park.   Her gang of little heathens are in the bathroom, six of them, including 3 Siamese!  Two of the Siamese were picked up last night, one girl, one boy, and headed north to Lake Oswego, where a friend is taming them down and she will get them homes. 

I had to move Loo and River, also from the county park, to the living room foster cage.  They had been in the bathroom, but were outraged, being proper kittens now, by the little heathens, fresh out of the jungle, sharing their space.

The other four little heathens are headed to Animal Rescue and Care fund soon, maybe as soon as today.
Two of India's Siamese, a boy and a girl, now in Lake O, in foster there.  Not bad, eh?  From the berry patch of a county park to Lake Oswego?

Little Heathen Gray tabbies

Animal Rescue and Care fund has been so helpful with the Waterloo kitten mobs.  They already took in 3 wild things, who quickly tamed, a tame teen, 5 other brown tabby kittens found under a porch in the residential side, and also Hoot and Holler.  Now they'll take in four of India's kittens.  

You should meet Filbert, one of the wild 3 they first took in.  He loves everyone now and is waiting on a home.

Meanwhile, Abbot and Costello, two brown tabby teen brothers, await a home together with Felines First.  They too are Waterloo kittens.

Meanwhile, Filbert's sibling is still up there, and I will catch him, maybe tomorrow.   There are still two other female's litters left to find, too.  At least the moms are fixed.

Fix your pets people!  Please!

Yes, I am having fun with kittens!

Friday, September 23, 2016

The County Park Cats

What a week!

On Monday, Julie and I dropped off/picked up/got fixed 7 cats, 3 from Albany, four from the county park.

On Tuesday, I took 14 other Linn County cats up to be fixed at the FCCO, dropping seven of them off on the way back with Meow Village.

On Wednesday, I returned the 7 now fixed cats I still had and then drop trapped six young kittens, seen Monday evening, in the berry vines, with a gray tabby mom, at the county park.   I also caught their mother.

I then caught Bootsy, fed by another camp host, and  high producer of kittens there.  We'd already got two teens from her last litter fixed.  Now it was finally Bootsy's turn.  She'd had kittens out in the woods, but the camp host said she'd been back under his trailer a week now, so he figured she'd lost them, to illness or an animal.
Bootsy, finally fixed now!

Bootsy, India, the six wild kittens' mom, plus two more permanent camper cats, were fixed yesterday at Heartland.   Cost to HCC:  $160, for the four fixes, plus all the back and forth gas, bait.
Mister, a campers' cat, fixed yesterday

Bubbles, the other campers' cat, a girl, fixed yesterday

India, mom of the six kittens I drop trapped at the edge of the berry vines.   India was doing her best but she is skinny and the kittens are skinny and full of worms.  I love killing parasites, so they're dead now.
India's six kittens include 3 Siamese!
I returned the two campers cats to the park last night.  No sooner had I gotten home, but the phone rings, and its the camp host who feeds Bootsy.  Two four week old tabby kittens had come screaming out from under his trailer woodpile late.  I went and picked them up.  Here's how they looked on the drive home:

They cried the entire drive back.  I had taken KMR with me, to feed them, but somehow forgot a feeding syringe.  They ate like crazy once home.  Then, I put them into a cage with their recovering mom.  She needs to know they're ok, if nothing else.  Not sure she's letting them nurse, but that's ok, I can feed them.  They love cuddling her.
Bootsy, settled into a cage in the garage with her two delightful kittens.  She wouldn't eat before or after surgery.  But once she saw her kittens, she began eating up a storm.
As far as we know, there is only one park female left to be fixed, who is mostly inside another camp hosts' trailer, taking care of six kittens.  However, the camp host lets her out to roam, and she'll get pregnant again.  And those kittens likely will be handed out unfixed and unvaccinated.  She told me she found great homes for the last two she had in her trailer, that were scheduled to be fixed.  Even told me they'd gone to the vet with their new owners to be fixed.  And yet last night, a tent camper took me to the tent of another permanent camper with an unfixed cat.  It was one the camp host gave them, a teen gray tabby.  She gave the kittens to homeless campers.  I'm going to get him fixed, vaccinated for them.

KATA will take Bootsy's pair of kittens and I'm fishing for help with India's six right now, and homes for Loo and River.

The beat goes on......

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

15 Linn County Cats Now Fixed

Long day, but I'm used to those.

The day before, Monday, In the morning, I went and drop trapped 4 teens to be fixed at one Sweet Home trailer park.  One drop of the drop trap got them all!
One of the four teens, a boy.  Three of them were boys.  Two tabby on whites and a black tux.

Second tabby on white boy teen fixed yesterday.

Black tux boy teen fixed yesterday.

And the only girl, a calico, of the four.  She would have been VERY popular with her brothers in a month or so, if you get my meaning.

I also picked up two kittens at another Sweet Home trailer park to be fixed, the last of nine now fixed from that trailer.
One of the two black male kittens, now fixed.

I believe I am down to 3 cats needing fixed in that entire trailer park, maybe only two.  Both are boys.  One orange, one black.  There may however be two black males left.

Then it was on to Waterloo park where I was to pick up two kittens from tent campers to be fixed.  They had only one.  The other had run off into the park.  I hear she is back in the tent this morning, at least.
Tent campers little darling boy, now fixed.  His mom got fixed at Heartland.

I then drove to Salem to pick up the seven cats Julie had dropped off that morning to be fixed.   All four she had were from Waterloo Park.  Simon, a big male was finally contained by the park host and was fixed, along with three kittens she had trapped there.
Park cat Simon, now fixed!

The three I had contributed were two Albany teens I'd trapped for the people who feed and a torbi girl, on her own, fed as a stray.  She's now with Julie, but needs a home.  I texted my friend, who recently lost her older kitties, a photo and sit here hoping.

Then after all that, a Brownsville woman brought up seven she had trapped at her former residence on highway 34.  She still feeds them there.  But they all need trapped, fixed and relocated.

So 15 went up with me to be fixed in the end.  Seven from Tangent, 6 from Sweet Home and 1 from Waterloo.

The Tangent seven included an adult female, four boy kittens and 2 girl kittens.  I dropped them off in Salem on the way home, after they were fixed, with a Meow Village volunteer.

One of four boy teens from Tangent

Another boy teen.  I didn't get photos of the other Tangent kittens, but there was an orange and white girl, a tabby girl and two black boys.
The adult abbytabby female, from Tangent, now with Meow Village
Today, I still have seven cats to return to Waterloo and Sweet Home.  Plus more kittens were spotted in the park, with the gray female I got fixed a couple weeks back.   There are five of them.   More kittens and I still have Loo and River here waiting and hoping for placement.

Monday, September 19, 2016

More Cats More Cats

Friday the day after returning from Waldo Lake I had lots to do.

Instead, I got sent to pick up a cat in Albany, whose owner had ended up in a nursing home.

I knew the house where he hung out. I got cats fixed at the front house and the back mother in law cottage in 2010. Both those tenants long since moved out. One moved to Lebanon and from there, moved, leaving all those cats behind.

On Friday, there were squatters in both front and back, but the day before the sheriff notified them they had to be out Friday.

At least they fed the poor cat. When I went by, the cat wasn't there. I walked around looking and gave my number to the back squatter, still waiting, even though locked out now, for a friend to come with a truck to move her stuff to storage. She was going to live in her car, she said.

She called later to say the short hair orange cat was there. He too had lost his owner and a postal worker had rehomed him, but he kept coming back to his old hood. I kept trying to call the KATA woman who had sent me on this mission, that was supposed to be quick and easy, but she's in the midwest on vacation. She had said she'd connect me with her cat sitter and give the cat to her, once in hand, but I could not get ahold of the cat sitter either.

Finally the woman on vacation said to get the short orange hair too. So I went to get him, across the lawn and a yellow jacket flew under my toes. I had on sandals. He stung me twice. I was hopping around on one foot yelling and my toe was swelling. I went to my car and put benedryl lotion on the sting and took an antihistamine. I have to carry both those products during mean angry yellow jacket season.

I got the short hair orange and then, here comes the long hair orange I was after. I get him too. But then where to take them. The group who sent me had no one now to take him. I was pissed. I'd spent all day at this and now was I getting two cats with nowhere to go. Finally the postal worker called and told me where the woman lives who had adopted the short hair orange and I took him back to her. She's awesome, loved her.

And finally, at 7;00 p.m., another foster person for the group showed up and took the long hair orange boy.

Sunday I trapped two young teen blacks in Albany, for a couple who feed them. They're still here, were fixed today, at Willamette Humane.

Abigail, a female, fixed today.

Abraham, her brother, fixed today also.

I'd also picked up a torbi girl, fed as a stray in Albany, actually only a block from the squatter houses, where I got the orange boys. They did not know if she was fixed or not and couldn't care for her, worried she needed to be an inside kitty with winter coming but they have dogs who scare her.

She was going to go to Wilsonville after her vet trip, then on to a shelter or home. But, she became very agitated in the garage last night, hissing, swatting, worried over all the cats she could smell and see. After she got back from the clinic today (turned out to be already spayed), she went home with my friend Julie. She's going to live there and is already relaxing, I'm told. She was so thin and had pain issues, atrophy of muscles in her rear legs, maybe from a traumatic injury or just age.
Twitch, also known as LK (Little Kitty)

It was a good outcome for Twitch as we dubbed her, because she wags her four inch long tail.

I have 14 more cats in the garage now, and tomorrow they all get fixed. 2 more from one trailer at one Sweet Home trailer park. Just kittens. Last ones needing fixed there. One kitten from a tent camper at the county park. They were supposed to have two, but one followed her mother, who at least is now fixed, off into the berry vines of the park. Great, eh? That's how the park gets over run in cats.

Four more are the teen offspring of a cat abandoned at yet another Sweet Home trailer park. The mom cat went last trip to be fixed and another resident took her in afterwards, but her kittens need fixed now and so they will be.

Then seven from someone who lived on highway 34 and fed cats there, but had to move. She is getting them all trapped, fixed and finding them places to go. These seven will be taken in by Meow Village on the way home from being fixed tomorrow.

So that's the story. 3 more taken to the clinic today. 15 more tomorrow.

And the beat goes on.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Where's Waldo?

Where is Waldo?

I found Waldo.

Waldo is the gem of the Cascades, a natural lake where no motor boating is allowed.  Peace and quiet!

Off I went.  I took an entire 40 minutes to pack.  This was a mistake, turns out.

I might should have checked my sleeping bag.  Zipper's broken, can't zip up.   Or the weather report that declared nights would be in the 30's.

I might should have taken food, other than a couple cans of soup.   Also, you do need silverware to eat chunky hot soup.   Seems I forgot silverware.

However I loaded up firewood.  I had firewood.   And after a day and a half, bravely mountain womaning away to boil water for coffee, which I did not forget  so I was good, and soup, I recalled there might be a stove in the bottom of that camping bin I'd grabbed and thrown in, without really checking to see what might be in it.  Ah ha!  A stove.   Ah well, the cook over the fire thing probably impressed the yuppie neighbors.  Or more likely, disgusted them.

They were way way above me, I must say, superior in every way.  When I made the mistake of commenting on their lovely wood kayak, I got a look and brush off that would have cooled the night air even further.

In the olden days, when I was young, we'd get our revenge on uppity camp neighbors.  We'd clip hair from our dog, Spock, and hook it on branches and berry vines, and in the night, take our plaster big foot mold and leave some footprints.  Then try to control our giggles as we watched people stumble into our pranks.

Next time I go to Waldo, I won't go empty handed!

And I will take the silverware!

And a working sleeping bag.

I suffered the first night.  I retreated to my car, from the cold and noise of close neighbors.  I had my cot mattress laid out and would have been ultra comfy had it not been for the cold. I'd forgot my blankets.  All I had was that darn faulty sleeping bag, whose zipper unzips behind itself.

But the second night, I remembered my emergency wool sweater, hat and gloves I always carry.   And heated water on the stove to fill plastic water bottles I then slipped into socks.  I was cozy as hell the second night with my hot water bottles and my wool sweater, which is probably 20 years old or more.

A couple had been camped next to me.  They did not like the lack of privacy in their site or the noisy neighbors on the other side of me, so they picked up and moved off a couple spaces, sure that when I left a huge old motor home would get the site.   However, then the site next to their new site went empty and first thing, here comes a massive pickup pulling a massive trailer, loaded down with bikes and kayaks and the kitchen sink.  The pickup pulling the trailer labored to make the circular corner then to back into the site next to my former neighbors.

I cursed inside.  "Did you forget anything", I wanted to say loudly.

But that nice couple, my former neighbors, loaned me a blanket the second night, to help me keep warm.  I like them.  I like another couple too who came in a teensy trailer.  Both those couples I would call minimalists, not as minimal as I, but that's just because I don't have much to bring and I find it easier to bring as little as possible.  Course silverware would have been good, even just one spoon.  I made a spoon in the end, out of the plastic of a water bottle.

All three days I was there,  I rowed the lake in my raft.  My raft itself is getting old, but it still floats me.   It got many comments as it always does.  People like its look and the way it rows.

The first day I rowed north along the east shore.  The wind had come up creating white caps.  This is right up my alley.  I love it rough.  Keeps everyone else off the lake and I pretend I'm out on the open ocean!   Makes me feel alive and free!  Being on the water lifts my soul to a joyous place.  I never want to leave the water.

North end of Waldo Lake

Water is so clear!

Second day I rowed across the lake and then north, found a little private island, even had a picnic table. The water is so clear, so blue, so beautiful.  I think to myself, 'I will stay here forever.'
Backside of my private island.  There's even a trail to the top of it, and a picnic table.

My trusty aging raft, at my private island

The water is clear.  My foot is underwater in this photo.

My island again

The third day, today, I row south to the south east end, then to south west end.  I see a kayak camper with tent.  She or he comes out to stand, even though I'm over 1/4 mile away.  The stance says it all.  "Intruder.  Leave."  I understand the feeling, and give way and go west.  I find a beautiful sand beach and watch, through the trees, lines of hikers march through.  Waldo Lake has been found by many.  The campground was crowded too.
Beautiful south east end of the lake

Gorgeous beach at the southwest end of the lake

When I first arrived at Shadow Bay campground, at Waldo Lake's southern end, and found a space, the neighbor comes to the edge of my site, stands there and says "I think that's a double space and you'll have to pay double if you take it".  Apparently, by the sight of me, he figured I couldn't pay double price.  He was hopeful.  His friends had just arrived and it was clear he wanted the site for them.   I said nothing except that I checked and it wasn't a double price space.

When I was about to leave today, but had over an hour left on the site, I encountered a woman, when I came up from the lake, wandering my site.  "Excuse me," I said, "but this is my campsite."

"Oh yes, I know, but I want it." she says.  'Great,' I'm thinking, because my bear pepper spray canister was behind her in my car.  I think sometimes that is the best way to deal with campsite aggression, just pepper spray the hell out of the perimeter.

She goes on and on how that's her favorite site, how she saw a wedding there once, and am I about to leave, by any chance. I knew she'd probably already checked out the inside of my car, through the windows, to see if it looked like I was packing up.

  I finally admitted I was and said she could have it, but that I needed assistance getting my raft up on the trail.  She looked ten years older than I but you get, you give.

She helped me about ten feet, citing its weight and that they have a kayak but it seemed much lighter.  I got ten feet of help out of her though, before she gave out.

I let her put her stuff on my table before I'd even packed up the rest of my stuff.  While she went and registered the site as hers,  two more cars of people came looking at it, wanting it.  One carload pulled into the nice neighbors place, before they finally noticed the tent.  My fingers were edging towards the bear pepper spray again.

I'm not sure if I'm a camper anymore.  I don't like dealing with people close up and personal like that.  I wanted to get away.  Out on the lake its a different story however.  I feel free, alone, at peace, full of happiness.

Maybe I'll take up backpacking if I ever camp again.  How many people could be out in the real wilds these days?