Click post title to go to story about veterans possibly being infected with HIV and strains of hepatitis at two VA med centers due to improperly sterilized colonoscopy equipment.
Not long ago, in Nevada I believe it was, hundreds of people were exposed to the same viruses at a dialysis center, where the same syringes were being used on patients. The staff only changed the needle.
Such information is scary. To think you could go in for routine medical screenings, urged as good preventative medicine and there, become infected with life threatening diseases due to negligent practises.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
The Burning Van
I got an e-mail from Fran of Canine Homefinders with a photo of her former van, now a burned out shell. In the e-mail she sent out to everyone, she described the events as follows.
She had loaded four dogs in her van and was headed to Petco where they were having a shot clinic. A couple miles from her place, the dash began to smoke. The smoke became more intense. There was no place on the two lane road to pull over safely and take dogs out, so she quickly turned around and headed back to her place. She wanted to get the dogs out safely and there was no place along this highly travelled road that also is home to a lot of speeding cars.
She said the smoke was by then black and thick and she had to open windows so she could breath and see. Somehow she made it back and pulled in beside her place, got the two big dogs into a kennel and was just able to get the two small dogs over the fence and grab one other item from her van before the fire and intense heat made further rescue of material things in the van impossible.
I think she and those dogs are lucky to be alive. Sounds like she remained very calm in a frightening situation.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Really Fed Up
I am really tired of doing adoptions. I had such high hopes for the one, and then to find out the house doesn't even have garbage service and is not suitable for cats to be outside, due no cover, not even a fenced yard. Someone I know up there went to try to meet her.
I was fairly devastated. I envisioned her place would be really well kept, for some reason, not with garbage bags piled around it.
Because there are so many places piled in garbage, either outside or inside, in Linn County, I added the question to my adoption form. But I guess it might require a subjective answer. It's terrible to have to put such a question on a form.
I got one contact off a craigslist post but I couldn't tell what that woman wanted. First it was two cats, then one, then she had to ask her husband who said only one short hair female. She has two dogs and was set on Buffy. I told her Buffy is virtually feral, although I didn't say "feral" I said "shy". She certainly cannot adopt out as a single house cat. Buffy would be terrified and utterly alone, would hide, hiss and likely run away if let out.
Then she wanted either Tweetie or Button. Same thing there. I had suggested Tugs, who would do just fine alone, if she could acclimate her to the dogs. First I had suggested Matilda, who would have been perfect. But she didn't want Matilda and not Tugs either. When I tell her it wouldn't work for either Buffy or Tweetie, she blasts me as too picky. She said if I think two need to go together, then people will just dump the one they don't want, so they can't get the one they want. I was shocked at such a reply. She must know people who would do this.
These two, both from Linn County, are the only adoption interest contacts I've had in weeks. Sad, it is. Sure I"m slightly worried. I can't afford to feed, flea treat, worm, vaccinate, have cat litter for all these very long. I"ve never had this many before. I never wanted to do rescue, because of the expense involved and because it's constant cleaning and work, taking me away from my real mission, rounding up cats to be fixed, which is far more effective at helping cats.
I got side tracked into rescue, way laid you might say, when I moved to Albany, where every block has desperate strays roaming without anybody. That was a fateful move. Oh boy was it ever fateful.
I am picky. I don't rescue these cats to make sure they end up somewhere I know isn't suited to them. That'd be dumbshit for sure. And mean.
Buffy would not have been happy there alone and neither would either of the sisters. And also, the woman wouldn't have been happy with either choice. I bet she would have liked Tugs though.
I'm going to remove the craigslist ads for now. I need to be heavily medicated or comatose before I deal with anymore contacts off craigslist. I'm kidding there. I've gotten some great homes off craigslist ads. It's just more work is all, to weed through all those other responses.
I was fairly devastated. I envisioned her place would be really well kept, for some reason, not with garbage bags piled around it.
Because there are so many places piled in garbage, either outside or inside, in Linn County, I added the question to my adoption form. But I guess it might require a subjective answer. It's terrible to have to put such a question on a form.
I got one contact off a craigslist post but I couldn't tell what that woman wanted. First it was two cats, then one, then she had to ask her husband who said only one short hair female. She has two dogs and was set on Buffy. I told her Buffy is virtually feral, although I didn't say "feral" I said "shy". She certainly cannot adopt out as a single house cat. Buffy would be terrified and utterly alone, would hide, hiss and likely run away if let out.
Then she wanted either Tweetie or Button. Same thing there. I had suggested Tugs, who would do just fine alone, if she could acclimate her to the dogs. First I had suggested Matilda, who would have been perfect. But she didn't want Matilda and not Tugs either. When I tell her it wouldn't work for either Buffy or Tweetie, she blasts me as too picky. She said if I think two need to go together, then people will just dump the one they don't want, so they can't get the one they want. I was shocked at such a reply. She must know people who would do this.
These two, both from Linn County, are the only adoption interest contacts I've had in weeks. Sad, it is. Sure I"m slightly worried. I can't afford to feed, flea treat, worm, vaccinate, have cat litter for all these very long. I"ve never had this many before. I never wanted to do rescue, because of the expense involved and because it's constant cleaning and work, taking me away from my real mission, rounding up cats to be fixed, which is far more effective at helping cats.
I got side tracked into rescue, way laid you might say, when I moved to Albany, where every block has desperate strays roaming without anybody. That was a fateful move. Oh boy was it ever fateful.
I am picky. I don't rescue these cats to make sure they end up somewhere I know isn't suited to them. That'd be dumbshit for sure. And mean.
Buffy would not have been happy there alone and neither would either of the sisters. And also, the woman wouldn't have been happy with either choice. I bet she would have liked Tugs though.
I'm going to remove the craigslist ads for now. I need to be heavily medicated or comatose before I deal with anymore contacts off craigslist. I'm kidding there. I've gotten some great homes off craigslist ads. It's just more work is all, to weed through all those other responses.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Class Awkward
When the sun comes out, so does everyone in the neighborhood, to work on yards. I feel it. I feel I don't fit even more, that is. I feel awkward and out of place in a neighborhood of middle class homeowners. I'm the only renter.
I don't have the clothes or the gear or the equipment they all have. I don't know most of them. They're probably nice people. I wear a long over shirt in the yard because my pants don't fit. Right now, I just have the one pair of shoes I wear everyday. I bet they notice. I notice the shoes people wear. I have shoes in my closet people have given me, that don't fit at all. For some reason, I hang on to them, maybe because people gave them to me.
I have a bad size of foot for someone without means. 10 1/2 narrow, although many shoes that size don't fit either. I have one foot about a half size shorter than the other foot, too.
In the summer, however, I can wear flip flops or cheap sandals from Kmart, so I can give my pair of shoes a rest. And that is good.
My clothes are really ragtag as is the equipment I use to keep up my yard. I feel I need to keep it up so as not to give the middle class reasons to resent me, here, in Albany suburbia. I don't know if it's in my mind or real. I hear one man telling another today that so and so spent $10,000 on their yard. I'm out there digging out weeds with a screwdriver.
I like to see the middle class in the dark, me hidden. That's how I'm most comfortable. When it's dark out and people go walk or are in stores, it seems like everyone's more equal. I don't know why.
I'm trying to get comfortable in their midst here, but I feel the judgemental eyes of Rush Limbaugh listeners when I see them sometimes. The old man isn't that way and neither is the lady on the other side of me. I think it's probably in my head. I need to forget the class differences.
I actually prefer the night for a lot of reasons. I'm not very self-confident. I've been alone all my life and faced a lifetime of abuse and judgement. Makes a person expect to be judged and condemned. Hard to understand it might be different now.
I like this house I live in very much, but I don't like Albany much. It's hard to know what to do. If I lose the volunteer job, because there's no more funding, I will make it my mission to find a way back to Corvallis or to somewhere where there are other people interested in the things I"m interested in.
It wouldn't be any good to live out what's left of my life here, alone, jobless and not feeling real comfortable. It would be hard to leave this house, which is the first place I've ever lived where everything works. I'm too lonely is the major thing, here in Albany.
Let's hope Poppa finds some funding. We applied for the Albany grant, but I don't think that will work out, due to that riff with the city and city unions over the money the city usually uses to help a few nonprofits. I'll just have to wait and see. I found another grant when someone out in West Fir told me their nonprofit got one from this outfit. We'll see on that.
Even if we do get money from Albany, even last year's grant from Albany only funded a quarter of the cats I took in. Well, there's always miracles. They happen some times. Maybe somebody that still has a lot of disposable income will write out a big check to Poppa. Or, maybe I'll win the lottery and use the money to fund Poppa like forever.
Things change, I know. Got to roll with the punches, if I can, and if one thing doesn't work out, got to look for something else.
Here's a good thing. Resting my shoulder and spine seems to be helping. I've had great improvement in the last ten days, by not doing anything too physical. I hope this continues. I am going to take it easy at least another two weeks, so hopefully that torn muscle, or whatever it was I hurt late last fall, will heal a lot better this time around and won't just start detaching again.
The uncomfortable part of that was, when I first injured it, I could feel a horrible tearing sensation. It wasn't painful at first and you would think it would be horribly painful immediately. But I could feel this awful sensation of something ripping. Wasn't pretty.
In regards to shoes again, does anyone else notice people's shoes? I do. It's one of the first things I notice about people. You can tell a lot about a person by looking at their shoes and where they are wearing them. Are they dirty? Are the laces tied? Are they frayed? Do the shoes fit? What material are they made of? What brand are they? What color socks are worn with them?
You can tell a lot by noticing a person's hands also. Are they smooth and uncalloused? Are the nails trimmed, cuticle neat? Are the hands dirty, or calloused, or twisted/knobbed even slightly at the knuckle from over use? Are the nails stained, cracked, dried out, chipped, chewed?
Well anyhow, start looking, just as an experiment, at people's shoes and hands and think about what they tell you.
There are other things I look at, like when considering if I should adopt a precious kitty from here to a stranger. Some friends who live fairly close to the woman who wanted to adopt four cats from me, Sam's Clan, went by her house today. She wasn't home, I guess. There were lots of bags full of garbage on the porch and also lots of bags full of empty cans, too. What did this tell me? It tells me Sam's Clan will continue to wait here for homes.
I don't have the clothes or the gear or the equipment they all have. I don't know most of them. They're probably nice people. I wear a long over shirt in the yard because my pants don't fit. Right now, I just have the one pair of shoes I wear everyday. I bet they notice. I notice the shoes people wear. I have shoes in my closet people have given me, that don't fit at all. For some reason, I hang on to them, maybe because people gave them to me.
I have a bad size of foot for someone without means. 10 1/2 narrow, although many shoes that size don't fit either. I have one foot about a half size shorter than the other foot, too.
In the summer, however, I can wear flip flops or cheap sandals from Kmart, so I can give my pair of shoes a rest. And that is good.
My clothes are really ragtag as is the equipment I use to keep up my yard. I feel I need to keep it up so as not to give the middle class reasons to resent me, here, in Albany suburbia. I don't know if it's in my mind or real. I hear one man telling another today that so and so spent $10,000 on their yard. I'm out there digging out weeds with a screwdriver.
I like to see the middle class in the dark, me hidden. That's how I'm most comfortable. When it's dark out and people go walk or are in stores, it seems like everyone's more equal. I don't know why.
I'm trying to get comfortable in their midst here, but I feel the judgemental eyes of Rush Limbaugh listeners when I see them sometimes. The old man isn't that way and neither is the lady on the other side of me. I think it's probably in my head. I need to forget the class differences.
I actually prefer the night for a lot of reasons. I'm not very self-confident. I've been alone all my life and faced a lifetime of abuse and judgement. Makes a person expect to be judged and condemned. Hard to understand it might be different now.
I like this house I live in very much, but I don't like Albany much. It's hard to know what to do. If I lose the volunteer job, because there's no more funding, I will make it my mission to find a way back to Corvallis or to somewhere where there are other people interested in the things I"m interested in.
It wouldn't be any good to live out what's left of my life here, alone, jobless and not feeling real comfortable. It would be hard to leave this house, which is the first place I've ever lived where everything works. I'm too lonely is the major thing, here in Albany.
Let's hope Poppa finds some funding. We applied for the Albany grant, but I don't think that will work out, due to that riff with the city and city unions over the money the city usually uses to help a few nonprofits. I'll just have to wait and see. I found another grant when someone out in West Fir told me their nonprofit got one from this outfit. We'll see on that.
Even if we do get money from Albany, even last year's grant from Albany only funded a quarter of the cats I took in. Well, there's always miracles. They happen some times. Maybe somebody that still has a lot of disposable income will write out a big check to Poppa. Or, maybe I'll win the lottery and use the money to fund Poppa like forever.
Things change, I know. Got to roll with the punches, if I can, and if one thing doesn't work out, got to look for something else.
Here's a good thing. Resting my shoulder and spine seems to be helping. I've had great improvement in the last ten days, by not doing anything too physical. I hope this continues. I am going to take it easy at least another two weeks, so hopefully that torn muscle, or whatever it was I hurt late last fall, will heal a lot better this time around and won't just start detaching again.
The uncomfortable part of that was, when I first injured it, I could feel a horrible tearing sensation. It wasn't painful at first and you would think it would be horribly painful immediately. But I could feel this awful sensation of something ripping. Wasn't pretty.
In regards to shoes again, does anyone else notice people's shoes? I do. It's one of the first things I notice about people. You can tell a lot about a person by looking at their shoes and where they are wearing them. Are they dirty? Are the laces tied? Are they frayed? Do the shoes fit? What material are they made of? What brand are they? What color socks are worn with them?
You can tell a lot by noticing a person's hands also. Are they smooth and uncalloused? Are the nails trimmed, cuticle neat? Are the hands dirty, or calloused, or twisted/knobbed even slightly at the knuckle from over use? Are the nails stained, cracked, dried out, chipped, chewed?
Well anyhow, start looking, just as an experiment, at people's shoes and hands and think about what they tell you.
There are other things I look at, like when considering if I should adopt a precious kitty from here to a stranger. Some friends who live fairly close to the woman who wanted to adopt four cats from me, Sam's Clan, went by her house today. She wasn't home, I guess. There were lots of bags full of garbage on the porch and also lots of bags full of empty cans, too. What did this tell me? It tells me Sam's Clan will continue to wait here for homes.
Plans
For some reason, the broccoli I planted last spring, produced florets this spring! I just harvested some. I'm happy about that.
I am planting other things this year. I saw a salad table idea on Martha Stewart. With cats, I could not have it inside, as was suggested, but I could have it outside my window. It is simply a square frame box with hardware cloth wire mesh for a bottom. Fill with dirt and plant lettuce or herbs in rows. The frame is made from 1/2" by 3 1/2" pine boards screwed together with 2x4 legs. Very simple. You harvest fresh lettuce and herbs as you use them.
I am also going to begin re-using cat litter after screening out the poop. Cat urine is mostly ammonia. Ammonia is nitrogen. The litter I use, wood pellet fuel, has no additives, and simply turns to sawdust when the cats urinate. This can be worked into soil.
I am going to also make a stand for sun drying fruits. I don't know if we will have a warm enough summer or not. Look what one sunny day, our first day that has reached 70 degrees out, according to a Portland news station, since October. Can you imagine the drear we've been in, to live without a sunny day since last October?
And suddenly, today-----SUN! Picks up the spirits for sure! Makes a person want to stop stagnating and grow, like the plants!
I saw an interesting show last night on either Discovery Channel or OPB, can't remember which. Must have been Discovery because OPB has the British comedies running on Saturday night.
It was about sex and sex drive origins and experiments to discover the biology of sex. One interesting comment made was that monogamous species of male have small testicles that house fewer sperm, since monogamy needs fewer sperm. The males of Species that are not monogamous have larger testicles, holding far more sperm. Human males are in between in size of testicles, in relation to body size.
I wonder, then, if the variation in human size testicles to body size might determine whether a man is suited to a monogamous life. Smaller testicles to body size maybe means they are likely to remain monogamous while larger testicle to body size ratio might mean genetically it would be harder for that male to remain monogamous. Just wondering, just a thought I had, after seeing that show. It was very interesting.
With the new machines out there, it is not surprising the last frontier of the human body, the brain and even sexual behavior, would be of great interest in scientific experiment now. In that show last night, they even had two people have sex inside an MRI machine. Boy, they would have to be very highly turned on to ignore those extreme magnet noises!
They put a young woman into the MRI also, who was highly in love. They showed her pictures of a friend, then of her boyfriend. The same area of the brain lit up when she saw her boyfriend that lights up when addict is about to satisfy their urge. Love is a sort of an addiction to one certain person, was the conclusion.
They showed some of the changes that occur right before sex. I thought them interesting. Like, when men have a "limp" penis, it's actually not limp at all, because bands of muscles hold it tightly and only relax, creating an erection, when the mind is stimulated, and causes a release of nitric oxide into the bloodstream, which causes those muscle bands to relax, and even infiltrate the muscle bands to make them spongy. Every other species of male mammal has a bone in their penis, but not humans.
Talked about why monogamy is important to humans and that is because the human infants brain is soft and small, as necessity to exit the birth canal and this creates a much longer time of infant vulnerability, requiring a great deal of protection and nurture from the mother. For the mother to be freed to care for the infant, a mate must be secured to provide for and protect mother and young.
The fact a females mate must be adequate to provide for and protect a family, the female human is generally more picky than the male human in choosing a mate. Or was once, as humans evolved. The male human generally wants a mate so they can mate. The urge in males to mate (have sex) is very strong.
I thought the show was very interesting. I understand some folks are queasy about such subjects.
I am planting other things this year. I saw a salad table idea on Martha Stewart. With cats, I could not have it inside, as was suggested, but I could have it outside my window. It is simply a square frame box with hardware cloth wire mesh for a bottom. Fill with dirt and plant lettuce or herbs in rows. The frame is made from 1/2" by 3 1/2" pine boards screwed together with 2x4 legs. Very simple. You harvest fresh lettuce and herbs as you use them.
I am also going to begin re-using cat litter after screening out the poop. Cat urine is mostly ammonia. Ammonia is nitrogen. The litter I use, wood pellet fuel, has no additives, and simply turns to sawdust when the cats urinate. This can be worked into soil.
I am going to also make a stand for sun drying fruits. I don't know if we will have a warm enough summer or not. Look what one sunny day, our first day that has reached 70 degrees out, according to a Portland news station, since October. Can you imagine the drear we've been in, to live without a sunny day since last October?
And suddenly, today-----SUN! Picks up the spirits for sure! Makes a person want to stop stagnating and grow, like the plants!
I saw an interesting show last night on either Discovery Channel or OPB, can't remember which. Must have been Discovery because OPB has the British comedies running on Saturday night.
It was about sex and sex drive origins and experiments to discover the biology of sex. One interesting comment made was that monogamous species of male have small testicles that house fewer sperm, since monogamy needs fewer sperm. The males of Species that are not monogamous have larger testicles, holding far more sperm. Human males are in between in size of testicles, in relation to body size.
I wonder, then, if the variation in human size testicles to body size might determine whether a man is suited to a monogamous life. Smaller testicles to body size maybe means they are likely to remain monogamous while larger testicle to body size ratio might mean genetically it would be harder for that male to remain monogamous. Just wondering, just a thought I had, after seeing that show. It was very interesting.
With the new machines out there, it is not surprising the last frontier of the human body, the brain and even sexual behavior, would be of great interest in scientific experiment now. In that show last night, they even had two people have sex inside an MRI machine. Boy, they would have to be very highly turned on to ignore those extreme magnet noises!
They put a young woman into the MRI also, who was highly in love. They showed her pictures of a friend, then of her boyfriend. The same area of the brain lit up when she saw her boyfriend that lights up when addict is about to satisfy their urge. Love is a sort of an addiction to one certain person, was the conclusion.
They showed some of the changes that occur right before sex. I thought them interesting. Like, when men have a "limp" penis, it's actually not limp at all, because bands of muscles hold it tightly and only relax, creating an erection, when the mind is stimulated, and causes a release of nitric oxide into the bloodstream, which causes those muscle bands to relax, and even infiltrate the muscle bands to make them spongy. Every other species of male mammal has a bone in their penis, but not humans.
Talked about why monogamy is important to humans and that is because the human infants brain is soft and small, as necessity to exit the birth canal and this creates a much longer time of infant vulnerability, requiring a great deal of protection and nurture from the mother. For the mother to be freed to care for the infant, a mate must be secured to provide for and protect mother and young.
The fact a females mate must be adequate to provide for and protect a family, the female human is generally more picky than the male human in choosing a mate. Or was once, as humans evolved. The male human generally wants a mate so they can mate. The urge in males to mate (have sex) is very strong.
I thought the show was very interesting. I understand some folks are queasy about such subjects.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Check this out. Oregon's stimulus bill. Millions Borrowed to Pay for it. 16 Jobs Created!
I am so impressed! Click post title to go to story.
I don't know how many millions the Oregon stimulus bill cost, but cuts are being made to the budget as we borrowed millions to stimulate the Oregon economy. So far, 16 jobs have been created. I'll try to curb my enthusiasm for the effectiveness of the spending gala!
Am I stimulated yet?
Heck yes. I'm tingling.
I don't know how many millions the Oregon stimulus bill cost, but cuts are being made to the budget as we borrowed millions to stimulate the Oregon economy. So far, 16 jobs have been created. I'll try to curb my enthusiasm for the effectiveness of the spending gala!
Am I stimulated yet?
Heck yes. I'm tingling.
My Faulty Skills
I fake it when it comes to possession of tech skills. Yesterday, determined to find homes for any of the multitude of rescued cats roaming my house, garage, garage room and contained cat yard currently, I sent out a newsletter to a specific group of cat lovers comprised of old friends who are mostly nonlocal, cat adoptors, other cat groups and well that's about it.
I messed up on so many levels with that e-mail. Yahoo would not allow me to send it out from an e-mail category list, claiming I was sending spam. This meant I felt the only other way to send it out must be to laboriously go through my address book and send the newsletter in several e-mails, so as not to make yahoo think I was sending spam. But in the detail of so doing, I got a link wrong and other things wrong.
Then I find out one link I sent out is sending people to some scam site or fake youtube site, instead of to my own youtube website. The link looks perfect to my youtube site if you look at it, but it doesn't take you there. INstead, if you click it, you go to this fake youtube scam type site, which I have now restricted access to on my browser. I'm kind of computer fed up right now.
I never did determine who is trapping cats in Albany. I did do a search on the phone number.
Anyhow, I just don't know who posted that on craigslist. Not much I can do about it but say a little prayer for the cats involved. I don't like cat haters and I don't negligant cat owners either. Craigslist has been hell lately, full of horrendous and evil posts from animal haters, full of breeders too, breaking craigslist rules and posting their bred puppies and cats. I am trying to stay off craigslist.
I messed up on so many levels with that e-mail. Yahoo would not allow me to send it out from an e-mail category list, claiming I was sending spam. This meant I felt the only other way to send it out must be to laboriously go through my address book and send the newsletter in several e-mails, so as not to make yahoo think I was sending spam. But in the detail of so doing, I got a link wrong and other things wrong.
Then I find out one link I sent out is sending people to some scam site or fake youtube site, instead of to my own youtube website. The link looks perfect to my youtube site if you look at it, but it doesn't take you there. INstead, if you click it, you go to this fake youtube scam type site, which I have now restricted access to on my browser. I'm kind of computer fed up right now.
I never did determine who is trapping cats in Albany. I did do a search on the phone number.
Anyhow, I just don't know who posted that on craigslist. Not much I can do about it but say a little prayer for the cats involved. I don't like cat haters and I don't negligant cat owners either. Craigslist has been hell lately, full of horrendous and evil posts from animal haters, full of breeders too, breaking craigslist rules and posting their bred puppies and cats. I am trying to stay off craigslist.
Friday, April 03, 2009
God Gave Me a Pickup
God gave me a pickup. At least I think he must have. The pickup suddenly appeared along the street out beside my place two days ago, and hasn't moved since. Nobody knows where it came from, or whose it might be.
I think God gave me a pickup! Yay for that, eh? It's just sitting there, doesn't seem attached to anybody around here. Must have fallen from the sky for me. Yeah! Love it when that happens. Actually, this is the first time, but yeah! Love it!
I think God gave me a pickup! Yay for that, eh? It's just sitting there, doesn't seem attached to anybody around here. Must have fallen from the sky for me. Yeah! Love it when that happens. Actually, this is the first time, but yeah! Love it!
Yoyo's New Adoption Video
And more photos of Sam and his clan:
Buffy and Sam, atop the cat tree.
Doc, Buffy's brother, and Sam at play.
Doc and brother Mops on cat tree.
Sam and Doc again.
Buffy and Sam.
Another Mass Shooting and Two more Cats Fixed
Yesterday, I took in the Heatherdale pregnant young calico I'd caught plus a second pregnant cat, owned by a friend of the Heatherdale woman who loosely owns the calico. That woman is pregnant herself. Both woman are turning into spay neuter advocates and I just love that. While the calico recuperates, still in a trap inside my car inside the garage, with a space heater pointed her direction, people are dying in upstate New York. Another mass shooting in America.
I don't know the whys of this one. Apparently the shooter is a recently laid off male and has taken hostages. He parked his vehicle against the back exit so no one could escape, is what the news said. Sounds like this was all planned out. Sounds like somebody angry chose his last stand venue of bloodletting relentless rage.
Takes no courage to kill innocent people. Takes an audacity and extreme arrogance to play god taking everything from a stranger. I saw on FBI Files once, an interview with a killer who killed the sons and daughters, at a swimming hole, of well to do people and killed them ruthlessly.
He said he had nothing at all, nothing going for him, and the only thing he could do, to be over anybody, was to kill them and take from others. He told the cops to kill him in the same way, said society is weak that way, that they treat monsters like him too well, that he didn't have a soul or care about what he caused anybody else.
To snuff the fire from the eyes of living souls. I can't even kill animals, like some can, and they apparently enjoy it. To do so one must lack empathy.
Control freaks must play out such murderous fantasies on the whim of every angry breath. And maybe some people who feel totally without control of their lives. I just don't know and I don't want to know and I hope nobody else dies over in upstate New York today.
The calico is recovering well. I'm getting lots of calls today from people wanting their cats fixed. This time of year, the calls are more urgent because cats are breeding.
Someone in Mill City wants to adopt Sam and his clan. She's coming to meet them next week. I hope they're a match. She sounds like a nice young woman and even owns her own home. She says she made a wise career choice. When I reviewed her adoption application I saw exactly what she meant. She's making good wages at a job most people would not consider, one I would not be considered for. She's works at OSH, as a nurse's aid. If somebody wants to make decent entry level wage, really decent, and qualifies, that is one way to go. Sounds like a good home for Sam and his clan. She's coming to meet them next week sometime.
I don't know the whys of this one. Apparently the shooter is a recently laid off male and has taken hostages. He parked his vehicle against the back exit so no one could escape, is what the news said. Sounds like this was all planned out. Sounds like somebody angry chose his last stand venue of bloodletting relentless rage.
Takes no courage to kill innocent people. Takes an audacity and extreme arrogance to play god taking everything from a stranger. I saw on FBI Files once, an interview with a killer who killed the sons and daughters, at a swimming hole, of well to do people and killed them ruthlessly.
He said he had nothing at all, nothing going for him, and the only thing he could do, to be over anybody, was to kill them and take from others. He told the cops to kill him in the same way, said society is weak that way, that they treat monsters like him too well, that he didn't have a soul or care about what he caused anybody else.
To snuff the fire from the eyes of living souls. I can't even kill animals, like some can, and they apparently enjoy it. To do so one must lack empathy.
Control freaks must play out such murderous fantasies on the whim of every angry breath. And maybe some people who feel totally without control of their lives. I just don't know and I don't want to know and I hope nobody else dies over in upstate New York today.
The calico is recovering well. I'm getting lots of calls today from people wanting their cats fixed. This time of year, the calls are more urgent because cats are breeding.
Someone in Mill City wants to adopt Sam and his clan. She's coming to meet them next week. I hope they're a match. She sounds like a nice young woman and even owns her own home. She says she made a wise career choice. When I reviewed her adoption application I saw exactly what she meant. She's making good wages at a job most people would not consider, one I would not be considered for. She's works at OSH, as a nurse's aid. If somebody wants to make decent entry level wage, really decent, and qualifies, that is one way to go. Sounds like a good home for Sam and his clan. She's coming to meet them next week sometime.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Caught the Preg Calico
I caught the preg young calico at Heatherdale. She's really tame, but basically lives as a stray. The woman who sort of owns her showed up, with a friend and I went to talk to them. The friend has a cat far more pregnant than the calico and wants her spayed. That woman is pregnant herself and already having contractions now and then. She doesn't want any kittens born to deal with, so that cat gets bumped ahead of the calico, for my one spay spot tomorrow. I'm hoping they can also squeeze in the calico but understand if they can't.
The woman with the very pregnant cat also has an unfixed adult male, who is from the female's second or third litter. I told her he'd have to wait.
UPDATE: I believe the reply I got was a craigslist whacko fake, a pretender.
So....I've had no real response from the man trapping cats on 34th street........ At least, I am assuming it is a landlord on 34th, because the mans' first name, on the message machine of the number on the ad, is the same first name as a landlord on 34th who tenants say has posted trapping notices and now live traps are set. So it is an assumption.
Well, at least I caught the calico and discovered a cat even more in need of immediate spay.
The woman with the very pregnant cat also has an unfixed adult male, who is from the female's second or third litter. I told her he'd have to wait.
UPDATE: I believe the reply I got was a craigslist whacko fake, a pretender.
So....I've had no real response from the man trapping cats on 34th street........ At least, I am assuming it is a landlord on 34th, because the mans' first name, on the message machine of the number on the ad, is the same first name as a landlord on 34th who tenants say has posted trapping notices and now live traps are set. So it is an assumption.
Well, at least I caught the calico and discovered a cat even more in need of immediate spay.
Check out this Craigslist Ad. A Man Named Mike Trapping Cats on His Property
I don't know what this means, for the cats, it's kind of a very strange ad, in many ways. I left a message, offering to get them fixed, but I doubt I get a call back. Ad text below:
I have started trapping wild cats from my property and they all need good homes.
If you are interested in receiving a free mouser, (cat) please call , leave your phone number and first name only and you will be added to the list.
As soon as these cats are ready to be picked, up I will call you for directions to my house. If you are wanting to keep your name and phone private please let me know.
Message phone is
541.223.2574
Thanks
All of these cats are running wild and not real friendly to others, but will make nice outdoor cats. We have a no outdoor policy for animals and they all need better lives
I have started trapping wild cats from my property and they all need good homes.
If you are interested in receiving a free mouser, (cat) please call , leave your phone number and first name only and you will be added to the list.
As soon as these cats are ready to be picked, up I will call you for directions to my house. If you are wanting to keep your name and phone private please let me know.
Message phone is
541.223.2574
Thanks
All of these cats are running wild and not real friendly to others, but will make nice outdoor cats. We have a no outdoor policy for animals and they all need better lives
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