Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Neuterscooter Stops By. Fixes Seven Lacomb Kittens.

Below are photos of the three owned Albany female cats being fixed today.




When I got back from returning the nine cats, fixed yesterday, mostly kittens, to Monroe, there was a message from the Neuterscooter. They had sat outside my place for an hour, then left, since they are flying out of Portland tonight.

I called them. I was sad I'd missed them. I was hoping they would stop by and quickly fix the seven Lacomb kittens. When I called, they were still in Albany, having lunch. They talked about, then came right over. Within an hour and a half, they are gone, leaving behind seven fixed vaccinated kittens. One, the weakest smallest one, was tested and negative on Felk.

They're recuperating now in my bathroom, on a heated bed. The only problem was they were out of ink for their standard left ear NS tattoo, so these kittens got no tattoos. They were disappointed about that, but when you are out of tattoo ink, you are out.

They are on the road to Portland and will fly back home now to Indiana.

The last Oregon clinic they did was a couple days ago, in Brookings. They did 116 cats I think.

I also got a little bit of a lecture, from Oscar, who said "Jody, slow down. Take some time off. Don't do so much for people." Dr. Peavy said he wanted to say that because of the Albany Neuterscooter clinic where I nearly collapsed days end, from exhaustion.

They agreed however that the events surrounding the grange managers and the cats across from the grange, the last minute pressure to try to get some of them caught and done, me paying for it, were what led to my problems that day.

Two of the seven kittens are now already spoken for and will leave Thursday.

Neuterscooter Stops By. Fixes Seven Lacomb Kittens.

Below are photos of the three owned Albany female cats being fixed today.




When I got back from returning the nine cats, fixed yesterday, mostly kittens, to Monroe, there was a message from the Neuterscooter. They had sat outside my place for an hour, then left, since they are flying out of Portland tonight.

I called them. I was sad I'd missed them. I was hoping they would stop by and quickly fix the seven Lacomb kittens. When I called, they were still in Albany, having lunch. They talked about, then came right over. Within an hour and a half, they are gone, leaving behind seven fixed vaccinated kittens. One, the weakest smallest one, was tested and negative on Felk.

They're recuperating now in my bathroom, on a heated bed. The only problem was they were out of ink for their standard left ear NS tattoo, so these kittens got no tattoos. They were disappointed about that, but when you are out of tattoo ink, you are out.

They are on the road to Portland and will fly back home now to Indiana.

The last Oregon clinic they did was a couple days ago, in Brookings. They did 116 cats I think.

I also got a little bit of a lecture, from Oscar, who said "Jody, slow down. Take some time off. Don't do so much for people." Dr. Peavy said he wanted to say that because of the Albany Neuterscooter clinic where I nearly collapsed days end, from exhaustion.

They agreed however that the events surrounding the grange managers and the cats across from the grange, the last minute pressure to try to get some of them caught and done, me paying for it, were what led to my problems that day.

Two of the seven kittens are now already spoken for and will leave Thursday.

Three Albany Females to Be Fixed Today

Today, I'm taking up three Albany females to be fixed. Afterwards, I am returning the nine Monroe cats. After that, Bad Black Teen Mom goes home. After that, I settle on names for the bathroom kittens and move them into the spare bedroom, after cleaning it thoroughly and disgarding the comforter Bad Black Teen Mom soiled the first two days she was here. It was on the bed in the spare bedroom and she used it as a litterbox, after which I had to cover the bed with a tarp.

I also hope to pick up the trap I left with the couple fostering the other four Millersburg kittens of Bad Black Teen Mom. They've had it awhile, said they were going to catch a male cat they fed, but never have.

I intend to look in on the kittens, then pick up a carrier loaned to the sisters who adopted White Girl, with the bad eyes. In the end, I had found out they have been feeding her way before I trapped her over there, and had tried to trap her once themselves, but the trap malfunctioned and she got out. After that, they said, she wouldn't go near a live trap. Seems odd because it took only ten minutes to trap her that Friday night. She must have been very hungry.

Three Albany Females to Be Fixed Today

Today, I'm taking up three Albany females to be fixed. Afterwards, I am returning the nine Monroe cats. After that, Bad Black Teen Mom goes home. After that, I settle on names for the bathroom kittens and move them into the spare bedroom, after cleaning it thoroughly and disgarding the comforter Bad Black Teen Mom soiled the first two days she was here. It was on the bed in the spare bedroom and she used it as a litterbox, after which I had to cover the bed with a tarp.

I also hope to pick up the trap I left with the couple fostering the other four Millersburg kittens of Bad Black Teen Mom. They've had it awhile, said they were going to catch a male cat they fed, but never have.

I intend to look in on the kittens, then pick up a carrier loaned to the sisters who adopted White Girl, with the bad eyes. In the end, I had found out they have been feeding her way before I trapped her over there, and had tried to trap her once themselves, but the trap malfunctioned and she got out. After that, they said, she wouldn't go near a live trap. Seems odd because it took only ten minutes to trap her that Friday night. She must have been very hungry.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Grass Seed Industry High Utilizers of Chemicals. Field Burning May Send Toxic Chemicals into the Air

Click post title to go to one study about grass seed farming and it's toxic ways. When I saw one chemical used, in this report, it got my attention, because there was something on the Discovery a month ago or more, that described scientists researching this chemical in streams that receive agricultural run off from farm applications. Atrazine!

It's the one that, in lab studies, changed the sex of male bullfrogs into reproducing female bull frogs. They were finding frog abnormalities in ponds and streams next to highly sprayed agricultural fields in CA that were not related to any virus or bacteria. They then tested the water and found high levels of all sorts of farm chemicals, including atrazine. They then took the invasive bullfrogs, not born to these waters, and introduced atrozine to the water they lived in, in the lab. Some of the researchers were very funny about what happened. Male bullfrogs developed female organs, mated with other bullfrogs and even produced young.

I suppose the ultra religious would call this immoral behavior and try to convert the bullfrogs instead of realizing this is science and we are poisoning ourselves.

Anyhow, the controversy over field burning should go further but nobody has the stomach for it. To even bring up ethical land use, makes some conservatives want to shoot people. It should delve into the world of chemicals being dumped on these fields, sliding into our water and into the air we breathe, kicked up in dust clouds and in the now banned field burning. And the consequences. It should include a discussion on how we might start changing from chemical farms to something healthier.

But bringing up change, in agriculture or any other place, is like saying "Yo mother sleeps with your first cousins' half breed dog." You know, fighting words. It's stupid. Everyone wants the world to survive and be productive. Nobody contests that. So why is it so hard to talk about change? Oh, who the hell knows.

The controversy over field burning is hot right now because the legislature just banned it starting next year. The grass seed industry takes up most land in the mid valley. Those farmers are lucky to have land. Not many people do and for gosh sakes, certainly nothing close to hundreds upon hundreds of acres of land.

Some of the land was given to these farmers far distant ancestors in land grants, too. They get tax breaks on the land, because it's zoned for ag, although grass seed cannot be eaten and most of it ends up sold to grow lawns or sports fields, etc.

They're darn lucky, the grass seed folks. They could grow food, or rotate crops and what they do with all that land, i.e. spread and spray on it, affects everybody else's water and air. They should probably count themselves as real real lucky.

My brother once said when pollutants start causing males fertility or any related problems, things will change. Well, maybe change is in the wind, hahahahaha, with the atrapine studies.

It's not like it hasn't been known fooorrrevveer that dioxins, containing a pseudo estrogen, have vast implications in disease for women. I am one of those women. I suffer from endometriosis. People do marches for the cure and wear their pink and ignore many probable causes contained in chemicals in their own homes, and dumped on fields by the metric ton.

Oh, and another thing I read: farmers and gardeners have much higher rates of nervous system diseases like Parkinsons. Big surprise, eh?

I wonder if atripine is used as an insecticide too. It sounds like one of those chemicals. Most insect killers kill by making the nerves just continue to fire relentlessly. It's really ugly. Unless you want to kill bugs. There are usually further results when you put stuff on the ground than just killing a few bugs. We forget we drink the water and eat the things that grow in the soil and need air to breathe. Denial is a really good friend until that friend kills you. What the hell do I care anyhow? I got no kids and no stake in the future. I am FREEEEEEE!

Grass Seed Industry High Utilizers of Chemicals. Field Burning May Send Toxic Chemicals into the Air

Click post title to go to one study about grass seed farming and it's toxic ways. When I saw one chemical used, in this report, it got my attention, because there was something on the Discovery a month ago or more, that described scientists researching this chemical in streams that receive agricultural run off from farm applications. Atrazine!

It's the one that, in lab studies, changed the sex of male bullfrogs into reproducing female bull frogs. They were finding frog abnormalities in ponds and streams next to highly sprayed agricultural fields in CA that were not related to any virus or bacteria. They then tested the water and found high levels of all sorts of farm chemicals, including atrazine. They then took the invasive bullfrogs, not born to these waters, and introduced atrozine to the water they lived in, in the lab. Some of the researchers were very funny about what happened. Male bullfrogs developed female organs, mated with other bullfrogs and even produced young.

I suppose the ultra religious would call this immoral behavior and try to convert the bullfrogs instead of realizing this is science and we are poisoning ourselves.

Anyhow, the controversy over field burning should go further but nobody has the stomach for it. To even bring up ethical land use, makes some conservatives want to shoot people. It should delve into the world of chemicals being dumped on these fields, sliding into our water and into the air we breathe, kicked up in dust clouds and in the now banned field burning. And the consequences. It should include a discussion on how we might start changing from chemical farms to something healthier.

But bringing up change, in agriculture or any other place, is like saying "Yo mother sleeps with your first cousins' half breed dog." You know, fighting words. It's stupid. Everyone wants the world to survive and be productive. Nobody contests that. So why is it so hard to talk about change? Oh, who the hell knows.

The controversy over field burning is hot right now because the legislature just banned it starting next year. The grass seed industry takes up most land in the mid valley. Those farmers are lucky to have land. Not many people do and for gosh sakes, certainly nothing close to hundreds upon hundreds of acres of land.

Some of the land was given to these farmers far distant ancestors in land grants, too. They get tax breaks on the land, because it's zoned for ag, although grass seed cannot be eaten and most of it ends up sold to grow lawns or sports fields, etc.

They're darn lucky, the grass seed folks. They could grow food, or rotate crops and what they do with all that land, i.e. spread and spray on it, affects everybody else's water and air. They should probably count themselves as real real lucky.

My brother once said when pollutants start causing males fertility or any related problems, things will change. Well, maybe change is in the wind, hahahahaha, with the atrapine studies.

It's not like it hasn't been known fooorrrevveer that dioxins, containing a pseudo estrogen, have vast implications in disease for women. I am one of those women. I suffer from endometriosis. People do marches for the cure and wear their pink and ignore many probable causes contained in chemicals in their own homes, and dumped on fields by the metric ton.

Oh, and another thing I read: farmers and gardeners have much higher rates of nervous system diseases like Parkinsons. Big surprise, eh?

I wonder if atripine is used as an insecticide too. It sounds like one of those chemicals. Most insect killers kill by making the nerves just continue to fire relentlessly. It's really ugly. Unless you want to kill bugs. There are usually further results when you put stuff on the ground than just killing a few bugs. We forget we drink the water and eat the things that grow in the soil and need air to breathe. Denial is a really good friend until that friend kills you. What the hell do I care anyhow? I got no kids and no stake in the future. I am FREEEEEEE!

Giggleland

I can't stop giggling sometimes now. Like today. Those rural folks near the grange are hysterical. They're hoity toity about religious stuff and morality and talk of revolting against taxes and all that, probably only in wistful whimsical fashion. However, they/other neighbors live and discuss these grave moral issues not 300 feet from a horrible morally compelling situation of animal neglect and cruelty. All with a straight face. That wrong could be righted in a days time, if the talk would stop and the action would begin.

In the end, the cost and labor has been thrown to my staggered shoulders and pathetic income. I think this is because they're just too busy talking to do actually do anything. Boy, isn't that some common problem these days? I also was expecting after "the promise" of at least partial reimbursement on those 8 cats fixed from there I paid for. Still waiting. "Checks in the mail"! Uh huh, right.

All I can do, in the face of such tremendous hypocrisy and inaction and committee mentality is giggle. I've been giggling half the day, I tell you. It's hysterical and would make a great comedy movie.

Giggleland

I can't stop giggling sometimes now. Like today. Those rural folks near the grange are hysterical. They're hoity toity about religious stuff and morality and talk of revolting against taxes and all that, probably only in wistful whimsical fashion. However, they/other neighbors live and discuss these grave moral issues not 300 feet from a horrible morally compelling situation of animal neglect and cruelty. All with a straight face. That wrong could be righted in a days time, if the talk would stop and the action would begin.

In the end, the cost and labor has been thrown to my staggered shoulders and pathetic income. I think this is because they're just too busy talking to do actually do anything. Boy, isn't that some common problem these days? I also was expecting after "the promise" of at least partial reimbursement on those 8 cats fixed from there I paid for. Still waiting. "Checks in the mail"! Uh huh, right.

All I can do, in the face of such tremendous hypocrisy and inaction and committee mentality is giggle. I've been giggling half the day, I tell you. It's hysterical and would make a great comedy movie.

Nine Monroe Cats Being Fixed

This is the tame mother of most of the kittens.
Orange tabby male kitten being fixed today.
Muted torti female kitten, being fixed today.
Worrried kittens! A brother and sister, cute as buttons!
I think this mustached black and white is a male.This is an adorable female kitten.
I think this kitten is also a female but I may not have checked.
This is the feral they trapped and brought up. She's a girl, too!
This kitten is a male. I checked!
Same male black tux kitten again.
This black tux kitten is a girl!

Nine Monroe Cats Being Fixed

This is the tame mother of most of the kittens.
Orange tabby male kitten being fixed today.
Muted torti female kitten, being fixed today.
Worrried kittens! A brother and sister, cute as buttons!
I think this mustached black and white is a male.This is an adorable female kitten.
I think this kitten is also a female but I may not have checked.
This is the feral they trapped and brought up. She's a girl, too!
This kitten is a male. I checked!
Same male black tux kitten again.
This black tux kitten is a girl!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Bumper Crop of Useless Cherries

I was soooo excited to see an unbelievable number of cherries on my tree this year. Then I tasted one. Ukkkkk! Sour! I waited a few days and tasted several again. So sour I had to spit them out.

The Harvest farmer folks returned my traps and were impressed by the cherries. I said "Go ahead. Taste them." They spit them out with much exagerated facial expression.

I finally called the extension office and said "What is up with my massive number of cherries, all inetible?"

They had me describe them. The woman thought they must be Van cherries. She said Van pollen can fertilize other types of cherry but not another Van and it takes a certain type of pollen from certain cherry trees to fertilize a van. She suggested I plant a Royal Ann cherry tree nearby. I said "But if fruit was produced, it must have been pollinated ok, right?" She wasn't sure, but said the most likely cause of the sour nature this year is overset and that the tree needs pruned and that it can be done now, right after the tree produces fruit.

Last year they were much larger and so sweet. I am vastly disappointed.

So the tree needs cut way back.

Bumper Crop of Useless Cherries

I was soooo excited to see an unbelievable number of cherries on my tree this year. Then I tasted one. Ukkkkk! Sour! I waited a few days and tasted several again. So sour I had to spit them out.

The Harvest farmer folks returned my traps and were impressed by the cherries. I said "Go ahead. Taste them." They spit them out with much exagerated facial expression.

I finally called the extension office and said "What is up with my massive number of cherries, all inetible?"

They had me describe them. The woman thought they must be Van cherries. She said Van pollen can fertilize other types of cherry but not another Van and it takes a certain type of pollen from certain cherry trees to fertilize a van. She suggested I plant a Royal Ann cherry tree nearby. I said "But if fruit was produced, it must have been pollinated ok, right?" She wasn't sure, but said the most likely cause of the sour nature this year is overset and that the tree needs pruned and that it can be done now, right after the tree produces fruit.

Last year they were much larger and so sweet. I am vastly disappointed.

So the tree needs cut way back.

Nine Cats from Monroe in my Garage

I have two adult females and seven kittens from Monroe in my garage. I finally went down to Monroe to pick up any of them two pounds or over, so they could be fixed prior to adoption. Only two came in under 2 pounds. These folks had contacted me, wanting help. I knew the guy from when I trapped cats at Hull Oaks Mill. He's a manager or boss, can't remember which.

The two under weight kittens for fixing were just barely under weight, like an oz. under two pounds. Still, I didn't bring them along.

I have no kitten appointments, am just hoping the kitten fixing clinic can fit them in tomorrow, I'm hoping, or at least on Tuesday. The two adult females can be fixed Tuesday if nothing else for sure, but the kittens have to go to the kitten fixing clinic and I have no standing appointments there. I'll call them in the morning. I wanted to get these kittens fixed badly, before the folks give them away, you see.

The neighbor boy was adament about riding along. I didn't mind but I made him go ask his mother in front of me. I don't know much about kids, but I bet they might bend the truth if they really want to do something, so that's why I thought it best to have him ask his mother right in front of me. She was good with it. Maybe she wanted a bit of relaxation time. She works hard.

I keep chiding this kid about helping her out more. Probably doesn't help much. He's good with the cats, interested in all aspects of the cat trapping and likes to play with the cats. Helps to have them socialized by another person. He's not much into any other sort of work, like cleaning litterboxes or anything, just playing wih the cats here.

On the way home, he insisted on having one carrier on his lap all the way back, so he could look at the kittens.

They're nice looking kittens and I hope that family can find them homes. It was a tough house to find. Mapquest had it all wrong. I had to ask multiple people how to get to such and such a road. Finally, I asked the next door kid to pull out his cell phone and call them for directions. Had he not been along with his cell phone, since I don't have one, would have been tough to find those people.

They'd had a young cougar in their driveway a couple weeks ago. Their dog hid, Jimmy said, which was probably wise on the dogs part. The dog needs a new frisbee. He's carrying one around in his mouth that looks like a flat plate with very rough edges. The curved lip edge is long long gone. The dog is best friends with a neutered male cat they have. They wrestle all the time and the dog considers the cat his, while the cat probably actually runs the show.

Well, so anyhow, wish me luck on finding someplace willing to fix at least the seven Monroe kittens tomorrow. I really need that done. I have seven Lacomb kittens in my bathroom, you see, and one Conser Drive bored teen mom in my spare bedroom with her final kitten, the very petite survivor kitten, Farrah, with whom teen mom tries to wrestle, before she suddenly realizes she's trying to wrestle with her kitten, who is still the size of an undernourished rat.

Bad Black Teen Mom is leaving tomorrow, most likely, to go back home to her family, and I am talking cat family, all her cousins, mom, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles. She has an old couple human family, too.

I have some great new furniture. A friend of Poppa's president and her husband are moving from a huge house to a small one and had too much furniture. Keni told her to bring it to me, and she did, in a pickup. It's really nice, real wood. I don't have anything to put inside the two dressors and bookcase, but I'll transfer the stuff out of the two falling apart dressors I have, that I got in an alley or on freecycle. They're excellent furniture pieces! I haven't seen real wood furniture maybe in my lifetime before.

Nine Cats from Monroe in my Garage

I have two adult females and seven kittens from Monroe in my garage. I finally went down to Monroe to pick up any of them two pounds or over, so they could be fixed prior to adoption. Only two came in under 2 pounds. These folks had contacted me, wanting help. I knew the guy from when I trapped cats at Hull Oaks Mill. He's a manager or boss, can't remember which.

The two under weight kittens for fixing were just barely under weight, like an oz. under two pounds. Still, I didn't bring them along.

I have no kitten appointments, am just hoping the kitten fixing clinic can fit them in tomorrow, I'm hoping, or at least on Tuesday. The two adult females can be fixed Tuesday if nothing else for sure, but the kittens have to go to the kitten fixing clinic and I have no standing appointments there. I'll call them in the morning. I wanted to get these kittens fixed badly, before the folks give them away, you see.

The neighbor boy was adament about riding along. I didn't mind but I made him go ask his mother in front of me. I don't know much about kids, but I bet they might bend the truth if they really want to do something, so that's why I thought it best to have him ask his mother right in front of me. She was good with it. Maybe she wanted a bit of relaxation time. She works hard.

I keep chiding this kid about helping her out more. Probably doesn't help much. He's good with the cats, interested in all aspects of the cat trapping and likes to play with the cats. Helps to have them socialized by another person. He's not much into any other sort of work, like cleaning litterboxes or anything, just playing wih the cats here.

On the way home, he insisted on having one carrier on his lap all the way back, so he could look at the kittens.

They're nice looking kittens and I hope that family can find them homes. It was a tough house to find. Mapquest had it all wrong. I had to ask multiple people how to get to such and such a road. Finally, I asked the next door kid to pull out his cell phone and call them for directions. Had he not been along with his cell phone, since I don't have one, would have been tough to find those people.

They'd had a young cougar in their driveway a couple weeks ago. Their dog hid, Jimmy said, which was probably wise on the dogs part. The dog needs a new frisbee. He's carrying one around in his mouth that looks like a flat plate with very rough edges. The curved lip edge is long long gone. The dog is best friends with a neutered male cat they have. They wrestle all the time and the dog considers the cat his, while the cat probably actually runs the show.

Well, so anyhow, wish me luck on finding someplace willing to fix at least the seven Monroe kittens tomorrow. I really need that done. I have seven Lacomb kittens in my bathroom, you see, and one Conser Drive bored teen mom in my spare bedroom with her final kitten, the very petite survivor kitten, Farrah, with whom teen mom tries to wrestle, before she suddenly realizes she's trying to wrestle with her kitten, who is still the size of an undernourished rat.

Bad Black Teen Mom is leaving tomorrow, most likely, to go back home to her family, and I am talking cat family, all her cousins, mom, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles. She has an old couple human family, too.

I have some great new furniture. A friend of Poppa's president and her husband are moving from a huge house to a small one and had too much furniture. Keni told her to bring it to me, and she did, in a pickup. It's really nice, real wood. I don't have anything to put inside the two dressors and bookcase, but I'll transfer the stuff out of the two falling apart dressors I have, that I got in an alley or on freecycle. They're excellent furniture pieces! I haven't seen real wood furniture maybe in my lifetime before.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

A New Policy

I have a new policy in place now. If people have mother cats they want help getting fixed, I will do so. But if their mother cats have kittens, I will ask that they wait to adopt out the kittens until they are two pounds and can be fixed first. That will be a declaration in writing.

The consequences for violating the terms of being helped, if I get the mom fixed first, and despite signing, they go ahead adopt out the kittens unfixed, will be a fee of $50 per kitten.

If they sign it, violate the terms, then don't pay, I will take them to small claims court. This is because it isn't working the way I'm doing things. The way I do things doesn't ask any involvement of people who are causing the problem in halting overpopulation. If they won't get involved, and stop the consequences they caused with a female having a litter, there's no sense in helping them at all long term.

I am not gaining any ground the way I'm doing things. That means I need to change things.

A New Policy

I have a new policy in place now. If people have mother cats they want help getting fixed, I will do so. But if their mother cats have kittens, I will ask that they wait to adopt out the kittens until they are two pounds and can be fixed first. That will be a declaration in writing.

The consequences for violating the terms of being helped, if I get the mom fixed first, and despite signing, they go ahead adopt out the kittens unfixed, will be a fee of $50 per kitten.

If they sign it, violate the terms, then don't pay, I will take them to small claims court. This is because it isn't working the way I'm doing things. The way I do things doesn't ask any involvement of people who are causing the problem in halting overpopulation. If they won't get involved, and stop the consequences they caused with a female having a litter, there's no sense in helping them at all long term.

I am not gaining any ground the way I'm doing things. That means I need to change things.

Billy and Benny, the Cottonwood Boys, Now

Look at the boys now, enjoying a sun spot. They are now named Oz and Wizard!

From living in a junk metal pile, to lounging in luxery, what a change! It's beautiful.

Billy and Benny, the Cottonwood Boys, Now

Look at the boys now, enjoying a sun spot. They are now named Oz and Wizard!

From living in a junk metal pile, to lounging in luxery, what a change! It's beautiful.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Interference at Fred Meyer

KATA called me and wanted me to help one of their volunteers catch an abandoned kitten over at Fred Meyer. I went over and set a trap. Two employees agreed to check the trap and call me if the kitten was caught.

I then went all the way out to a road off Grand Prairie to collect my rabbit hutch, carrier and litterbox, loaned out over a month ago and never returned, of course. That pisses me off, the way people are that way. It is rude.

Got home, cleaned litterboxes, filled water dishes, etc, then, since I had not heard from the Freddies employees, I decided to go over and set another trap and leave water for that kitten.

I saw the kitten when I went over the first time. It is a cute little black tux, living in amongst the tightly packed pallet stacks. It cried and cried but would not come to me. Hence the trap.

When I go over, to set another trap and leave water, I find the empty trap, bait eaten, atop a pallet. No kitten inside. I had not been called. I panic, wondering "Where's the kitten?" I go inside and try to find the two male employees who had vowed, only an hour and a half before, to watch the trap. Nowhere to be found. A clerk tells me a customer came in and said there was a cage out there and something in it. The clerk said she paged the manager to come, but the manager didn't come and the customer disappered and she didn't know anything else.

"Page the garden center employees," I said. They wouldn't come, said they were busy.

I went out fuming. Did this older lady, as she was described by the clerk, just release that poor kitten or did she take the kitten? I have no way of knowing, so I put out food and water and came home.

Those two guy employees shouldn't have promised something they did not intend to do or didn't have time to do.

Anyhow, I guess I wonder more what happened to that poor kitten, if the customer turned it loose or took it or if someone else took it. I shouldn't have gotten involved. I got the call from KATA, asking to take a trap over, when sound asleep, probably in the middle of some great dreams!

Interference at Fred Meyer

KATA called me and wanted me to help one of their volunteers catch an abandoned kitten over at Fred Meyer. I went over and set a trap. Two employees agreed to check the trap and call me if the kitten was caught.

I then went all the way out to a road off Grand Prairie to collect my rabbit hutch, carrier and litterbox, loaned out over a month ago and never returned, of course. That pisses me off, the way people are that way. It is rude.

Got home, cleaned litterboxes, filled water dishes, etc, then, since I had not heard from the Freddies employees, I decided to go over and set another trap and leave water for that kitten.

I saw the kitten when I went over the first time. It is a cute little black tux, living in amongst the tightly packed pallet stacks. It cried and cried but would not come to me. Hence the trap.

When I go over, to set another trap and leave water, I find the empty trap, bait eaten, atop a pallet. No kitten inside. I had not been called. I panic, wondering "Where's the kitten?" I go inside and try to find the two male employees who had vowed, only an hour and a half before, to watch the trap. Nowhere to be found. A clerk tells me a customer came in and said there was a cage out there and something in it. The clerk said she paged the manager to come, but the manager didn't come and the customer disappered and she didn't know anything else.

"Page the garden center employees," I said. They wouldn't come, said they were busy.

I went out fuming. Did this older lady, as she was described by the clerk, just release that poor kitten or did she take the kitten? I have no way of knowing, so I put out food and water and came home.

Those two guy employees shouldn't have promised something they did not intend to do or didn't have time to do.

Anyhow, I guess I wonder more what happened to that poor kitten, if the customer turned it loose or took it or if someone else took it. I shouldn't have gotten involved. I got the call from KATA, asking to take a trap over, when sound asleep, probably in the middle of some great dreams!

Road Insanity

I've had two close calls on the roadways, in the last three days. These incidents have made me consider my own mortality and I am attempting to create a plan, should I die, for the cats here.

During the first incident, I was headed to Lacomb on Fish Hatchery road. I came around a corner on a slight incline to face the glaring single headlight of a motorcyle in my lane. The older rider (gray hair and mustache) had a passenger behind him. I remember that passenger's helmeted head popping out from behind the driver to see me right in their path. Fortunately, I was travelling even slower than the speed limit and slammed on my brakes and he got around the car he was passing in a double yellow line zone, back into his lane.

This idiot decided to endanger others, even his passenger, because he was in a hurry. He was dressed out to the hilt in some colorful riding clothes and his bike too. All I remember about the colors came after it was over and after my racing heart slowed finally that the bike and riders seemed like a passing circus.

Then today, returning from the vets office, using I5. I'd passed the rest area, coming home, south, and suddenly on the south side of the Santiam bridges a white SUV comes barrelling by the entire line of traffic in the right hand lane of I5. The white vehicle was racing along the pull off edge of the highway, to the right of the right hand line of traffic, showering cars, including mine, with trash, rocks and any debris along the highway edge. The vehicle was travelling at an extreme rate of speed. The vehicle finally forced its way into the right hand lane and made an immediate switch to the left hand lane and my mouth was open in shock and horror.

Crazy people are out there on the roads. They don't follow any rules and they don't care who they hurt.

So I'm trying to figure out a plan, in case of my death, for the cats I have here. I need to figure out who I could call on to help place them. I can't find anyone willing so far, or figure out what to do. I don't want them to sit in cages anywhere. Many are totally unsuitable for cage adoption anyhow.

Road Insanity

I've had two close calls on the roadways, in the last three days. These incidents have made me consider my own mortality and I am attempting to create a plan, should I die, for the cats here.

During the first incident, I was headed to Lacomb on Fish Hatchery road. I came around a corner on a slight incline to face the glaring single headlight of a motorcyle in my lane. The older rider (gray hair and mustache) had a passenger behind him. I remember that passenger's helmeted head popping out from behind the driver to see me right in their path. Fortunately, I was travelling even slower than the speed limit and slammed on my brakes and he got around the car he was passing in a double yellow line zone, back into his lane.

This idiot decided to endanger others, even his passenger, because he was in a hurry. He was dressed out to the hilt in some colorful riding clothes and his bike too. All I remember about the colors came after it was over and after my racing heart slowed finally that the bike and riders seemed like a passing circus.

Then today, returning from the vets office, using I5. I'd passed the rest area, coming home, south, and suddenly on the south side of the Santiam bridges a white SUV comes barrelling by the entire line of traffic in the right hand lane of I5. The white vehicle was racing along the pull off edge of the highway, to the right of the right hand line of traffic, showering cars, including mine, with trash, rocks and any debris along the highway edge. The vehicle was travelling at an extreme rate of speed. The vehicle finally forced its way into the right hand lane and made an immediate switch to the left hand lane and my mouth was open in shock and horror.

Crazy people are out there on the roads. They don't follow any rules and they don't care who they hurt.

So I'm trying to figure out a plan, in case of my death, for the cats I have here. I need to figure out who I could call on to help place them. I can't find anyone willing so far, or figure out what to do. I don't want them to sit in cages anywhere. Many are totally unsuitable for cage adoption anyhow.

World Solution Suggestions Number One: Bioweaponry Made in Oregon

I have made this suggestion to the Pentagon (and probably been put on some watch list). My suggestion has been ignored.

How can someone fight well if they're high on weed? I say they can't. Add powdered maryjane to incendiary bombs that detonate off the ground burning the weed and spreading weed smoke out in large area. Might be necessary to actually drop from helicoptors large burning piles of weed, to produce desired effect, or, to poison water or food with weed. Result: lack of desire to fight, confusion, visions, sleepiness and general apathy towards doing anything, which includes strapping bombs to body and blowing up kids and others in market places. It is good to produce apathy for killing and if maryjane bioweaponry can do this, use it!! Oregon could produce the product and we need the jobs.

World Solution Suggestions Number One: Bioweaponry Made in Oregon

I have made this suggestion to the Pentagon (and probably been put on some watch list). My suggestion has been ignored.

How can someone fight well if they're high on weed? I say they can't. Add powdered maryjane to incendiary bombs that detonate off the ground burning the weed and spreading weed smoke out in large area. Might be necessary to actually drop from helicoptors large burning piles of weed, to produce desired effect, or, to poison water or food with weed. Result: lack of desire to fight, confusion, visions, sleepiness and general apathy towards doing anything, which includes strapping bombs to body and blowing up kids and others in market places. It is good to produce apathy for killing and if maryjane bioweaponry can do this, use it!! Oregon could produce the product and we need the jobs.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Yip...Yip....YIPPPPEEEE!

Got a call, out of the blue. Really nice woman. She'll be adopting Matilda next week!!!!!!!!! She's always had three cats. She lost one. The cat was 21 years old! Matilda is getting a home! Yip...Yip....Yipppeeeeee!!! It's huge for me to adopt out an adult! I know that sounds pathetic. I was so excited when I hung up with her I burst into loud raucous cheers. The cats startled and fled. I said, "Sorry guys, but I can't stop." Then I cheered some more.

Yip...Yip....YIPPPPEEEE!

Got a call, out of the blue. Really nice woman. She'll be adopting Matilda next week!!!!!!!!! She's always had three cats. She lost one. The cat was 21 years old! Matilda is getting a home! Yip...Yip....Yipppeeeeee!!! It's huge for me to adopt out an adult! I know that sounds pathetic. I was so excited when I hung up with her I burst into loud raucous cheers. The cats startled and fled. I said, "Sorry guys, but I can't stop." Then I cheered some more.

The Kittens



I did not get photos of all seven of the kittens yet. Some are unbelievably skinny and since here, have been eating nonstop. Some have minor URI's. All were chock full of roundworms, as was young orange mom, who is nervous about being in my bathroom, but allows me to pet her and hold her. She will be spayed tomorrow and returned Saturday. The kittens range in weight from 12 oz. to 25 oz.

The Neuterscooter vet said, if she has time, on her way to fly out Saturday, she'll stop by and fix some of them, but I doubt she will have time. She has kept a crushing schedule in Oregon, fixed over 100 cats in Tillamook, close to 90 in Albany, not sure how many in Cottage Grove and then Eugene, but 50 in Veneta, over 200 I believe in North Bend in two days, 35 or so today in Gold Beach and I believe tomorrow she will be in Brookings.

The numbers of cats showing up at her clinics suggest high need for affordable spay neuter in our state. Does that flick on any lightbulbs with new or existing vets here in Oregon on how they might make a bit of extra money? It should.

Two of the three tortis among the seven kittens, and one of the four orange boys.
The littlest skinniest torti who has been so grateful she can barely contain herself here, with endless food and her starving body.
/The young mother, just under a year old herself, nervous, hungry and ok. She'll be spayed tomorrow. She too was full of worms, now gone, and eating everything in sight.

The Kittens



I did not get photos of all seven of the kittens yet. Some are unbelievably skinny and since here, have been eating nonstop. Some have minor URI's. All were chock full of roundworms, as was young orange mom, who is nervous about being in my bathroom, but allows me to pet her and hold her. She will be spayed tomorrow and returned Saturday. The kittens range in weight from 12 oz. to 25 oz.

The Neuterscooter vet said, if she has time, on her way to fly out Saturday, she'll stop by and fix some of them, but I doubt she will have time. She has kept a crushing schedule in Oregon, fixed over 100 cats in Tillamook, close to 90 in Albany, not sure how many in Cottage Grove and then Eugene, but 50 in Veneta, over 200 I believe in North Bend in two days, 35 or so today in Gold Beach and I believe tomorrow she will be in Brookings.

The numbers of cats showing up at her clinics suggest high need for affordable spay neuter in our state. Does that flick on any lightbulbs with new or existing vets here in Oregon on how they might make a bit of extra money? It should.

Two of the three tortis among the seven kittens, and one of the four orange boys.
The littlest skinniest torti who has been so grateful she can barely contain herself here, with endless food and her starving body.
/The young mother, just under a year old herself, nervous, hungry and ok. She'll be spayed tomorrow. She too was full of worms, now gone, and eating everything in sight.

The Job Hunt

I've been looking for a job the last two weeks. It's really been a lesson in reality. I'm older. I have no education outside of high school and I have not held a paying job for decades because I was in the mental health system. I have nothing to put on a resume, no references, nada. So, what I can look for realistically is pretty much entry level minimum wage. Add to the problems, my inability to stand for long periods, due to my spinal cord problems or lift repeatedly, boy, that narrows things remarkably. I do not do well in customer service based jobs either. I know that incapability and won't even go there because it would end badly and quickly.

Then you add in the economy. I think unemployment in this county is something like 17%. Every jane and joe in the county is out looking for any little piece of work, it seems like, even like handy man work and odd jobs. People are begging. It's very sad and makes me feel guilty for looking when people are trying to support families and lost their jobs. I am lucky to have a roof over my head. I never knew how bad it was for many people, who have mortgages, families, car payments. It's sad and sobering.

Click post title to go to today's paper ads for employment. Of the 47 listings, 24 are shady "work at home" type listings. Two are recruiting summer teens for selling cutlery door to door and likely this too is some shady thing. Five are caregiver jobs. The rest a hodge podge--one for a nurse, one for a Domestic Violence Center director, a couple are hiring wireless phone experts of some sort. There's not much out there.

So, I'm trying to think of something I could make and sell from my home. Lots of people have started up home businesses after losing their jobs. Some have taken off, some haven't but maybe will.

What do we have here in Oregon that the entire world would want? Well, we have Oregon. Oregon is beautiful and if there are people out there with money to come here, COME! We need to bring in tourists and if we have to, we need to make it easy for them to get here, reduced air rates, package deals, like "Tour Oregon Casinos" or for history buffs, wine buffs, bike tours, anything. Tourism means dollars, spending, shopping, hotel stays. We have got to bring in the tourists, because Oregon's greatest asset is Oregon!

If you're online out there, and an Oregonian, sell our state! Get people here to visit. Promote Oregon because once here, they'll see. You weren't lying. This state is wonderful! Oregon is Oregon's greatest asset! We who were born here are blessed. This is God's country.

The Job Hunt

I've been looking for a job the last two weeks. It's really been a lesson in reality. I'm older. I have no education outside of high school and I have not held a paying job for decades because I was in the mental health system. I have nothing to put on a resume, no references, nada. So, what I can look for realistically is pretty much entry level minimum wage. Add to the problems, my inability to stand for long periods, due to my spinal cord problems or lift repeatedly, boy, that narrows things remarkably. I do not do well in customer service based jobs either. I know that incapability and won't even go there because it would end badly and quickly.

Then you add in the economy. I think unemployment in this county is something like 17%. Every jane and joe in the county is out looking for any little piece of work, it seems like, even like handy man work and odd jobs. People are begging. It's very sad and makes me feel guilty for looking when people are trying to support families and lost their jobs. I am lucky to have a roof over my head. I never knew how bad it was for many people, who have mortgages, families, car payments. It's sad and sobering.

Click post title to go to today's paper ads for employment. Of the 47 listings, 24 are shady "work at home" type listings. Two are recruiting summer teens for selling cutlery door to door and likely this too is some shady thing. Five are caregiver jobs. The rest a hodge podge--one for a nurse, one for a Domestic Violence Center director, a couple are hiring wireless phone experts of some sort. There's not much out there.

So, I'm trying to think of something I could make and sell from my home. Lots of people have started up home businesses after losing their jobs. Some have taken off, some haven't but maybe will.

What do we have here in Oregon that the entire world would want? Well, we have Oregon. Oregon is beautiful and if there are people out there with money to come here, COME! We need to bring in tourists and if we have to, we need to make it easy for them to get here, reduced air rates, package deals, like "Tour Oregon Casinos" or for history buffs, wine buffs, bike tours, anything. Tourism means dollars, spending, shopping, hotel stays. We have got to bring in the tourists, because Oregon's greatest asset is Oregon!

If you're online out there, and an Oregonian, sell our state! Get people here to visit. Promote Oregon because once here, they'll see. You weren't lying. This state is wonderful! Oregon is Oregon's greatest asset! We who were born here are blessed. This is God's country.

Didn't Go

I didn't go to the coast with the seven Lacomb kittens and one of their mothers, to the NS clinic. The drive was going to be extremely long, just one way, and I would have had to come up with more money to pay for the irresponsible behavior of others.

It was really dumb of me to involve myself once again helping those Lacomb people. They are the ones who refused to return the two orange kittens and should have gotten them fixed. I shouldn't be helping them again. I helped them get cats fixed in two places where they lived in Albany, that's how I first met them. It's stupid. Now I suffer the consequences. You'd think I would learn.

I want to leave this county in part out of spite I guess, so the residents won't have someone to dump on, to call to come help them. I want to leave in part because I'm being fed on and it hurts me to think there are so many people out there willing to do this, without a sense of right and wrong, of fair play.

Makes me feel totally unwanted, unwanted that is unless I'm sacrificing to solve someone's problem. I think this issue is with me only because I don't have family or friends in this area. I think, and maybe it is not true, if I could cut loose with friends, joke about things that happened, would help tremendously and most things I think about, when tired out, might not even cross my mind.

Like the people out off Grand Priarie I helped, loaned them a rabbit hutch, carrier, they no longer need, but have never returned. I have not had time to go way out there and retrieve it and I am intrigued by the fact they feel no inclination to call me and arrange the return of my equipment. It's interesting. Next time, I'll charge a rental fee.

I'm walking a fine line, trying to help people's cats, save their lives, prevent more births, despite the people's behaviors, like dishonesty. What do you do? If I only helped people who would donate something or were honest, well where are those people in this county anyhow? They're probably not the ones with unfixed cats so I would never meet them in the first place most likely.

It's hard for me, when people use emotional blackmail, threatening to kill cats or kittens, to get what they want. There's no good answer to that, because you can't threaten that you'll call the law, that it is illegal to abuse animals, when the law does nothing about it here and people know this.

And I'm looking into little desperate faces of kittens or cats who just want to be safe and loved and live their lives.

They have nothing to do with the issues of the mean people making the threats. It's hard for me not to save them, bring them here, tuck them into my bathroom, try to have faith I will somehow find them a home. That faith has not been strong enough lately I guess, or deep enough, because I am not coming up with homes anymore. Is the only answer then to quit doing this, if I end up with cats here I can't find homes for, too many, enough so that I struggle and end up dead here, of lonliness and for want of recreation and healthy exercise?

The toll on me has been huge. I've gained 40 pounds since moving to Albany. That is bad. The stress is tremendous. There's nowhere to hide from the animal problems here in Linn County. I rarely get enough sleep and there's no place to get away close by. I will die.

Didn't Go

I didn't go to the coast with the seven Lacomb kittens and one of their mothers, to the NS clinic. The drive was going to be extremely long, just one way, and I would have had to come up with more money to pay for the irresponsible behavior of others.

It was really dumb of me to involve myself once again helping those Lacomb people. They are the ones who refused to return the two orange kittens and should have gotten them fixed. I shouldn't be helping them again. I helped them get cats fixed in two places where they lived in Albany, that's how I first met them. It's stupid. Now I suffer the consequences. You'd think I would learn.

I want to leave this county in part out of spite I guess, so the residents won't have someone to dump on, to call to come help them. I want to leave in part because I'm being fed on and it hurts me to think there are so many people out there willing to do this, without a sense of right and wrong, of fair play.

Makes me feel totally unwanted, unwanted that is unless I'm sacrificing to solve someone's problem. I think this issue is with me only because I don't have family or friends in this area. I think, and maybe it is not true, if I could cut loose with friends, joke about things that happened, would help tremendously and most things I think about, when tired out, might not even cross my mind.

Like the people out off Grand Priarie I helped, loaned them a rabbit hutch, carrier, they no longer need, but have never returned. I have not had time to go way out there and retrieve it and I am intrigued by the fact they feel no inclination to call me and arrange the return of my equipment. It's interesting. Next time, I'll charge a rental fee.

I'm walking a fine line, trying to help people's cats, save their lives, prevent more births, despite the people's behaviors, like dishonesty. What do you do? If I only helped people who would donate something or were honest, well where are those people in this county anyhow? They're probably not the ones with unfixed cats so I would never meet them in the first place most likely.

It's hard for me, when people use emotional blackmail, threatening to kill cats or kittens, to get what they want. There's no good answer to that, because you can't threaten that you'll call the law, that it is illegal to abuse animals, when the law does nothing about it here and people know this.

And I'm looking into little desperate faces of kittens or cats who just want to be safe and loved and live their lives.

They have nothing to do with the issues of the mean people making the threats. It's hard for me not to save them, bring them here, tuck them into my bathroom, try to have faith I will somehow find them a home. That faith has not been strong enough lately I guess, or deep enough, because I am not coming up with homes anymore. Is the only answer then to quit doing this, if I end up with cats here I can't find homes for, too many, enough so that I struggle and end up dead here, of lonliness and for want of recreation and healthy exercise?

The toll on me has been huge. I've gained 40 pounds since moving to Albany. That is bad. The stress is tremendous. There's nowhere to hide from the animal problems here in Linn County. I rarely get enough sleep and there's no place to get away close by. I will die.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Willy is Indeed Prev Neut

Mr. Willy was of course already neutered. The news seemed anticlimactic, when I told them. It had played such a huge part of the story yesterday. I was disappointed by the muted reaction.

I have the second young orange mom and all seven older kittens, four oranges and three torti's in my bathroom. All 8 will be fixed tomorrow.

KATA will work in the kittens to adoption venues when they can and if I find any homes out of here, that's good too, because they have to be in my bathroom. This crimps my style and my styling (of hair, etc). Not that I am well groomed. One reason is I rarely have full use of my bathroom. Second teen orange mom will go home, once spayed.

AFter these 8, there will still be the muted torti and her four kittens, now only four weeks old, who need fixed. One thing at a time.

Willy is Indeed Prev Neut

Mr. Willy was of course already neutered. The news seemed anticlimactic, when I told them. It had played such a huge part of the story yesterday. I was disappointed by the muted reaction.

I have the second young orange mom and all seven older kittens, four oranges and three torti's in my bathroom. All 8 will be fixed tomorrow.

KATA will work in the kittens to adoption venues when they can and if I find any homes out of here, that's good too, because they have to be in my bathroom. This crimps my style and my styling (of hair, etc). Not that I am well groomed. One reason is I rarely have full use of my bathroom. Second teen orange mom will go home, once spayed.

AFter these 8, there will still be the muted torti and her four kittens, now only four weeks old, who need fixed. One thing at a time.

Illiterate About the Cause He Promotes

Click post title to go to a letter to the editor by a Lebanon man, promoting government health care. He states that medicare patients choose their doctors while HMOs' appoint them.

Sorry to burst your bubble, Mr., but most doctors won't even take medicare patients. The local medicare HMO's and yes, medicare patients are under HMO's for the most part, choose doctors who will take quotas of the patients nobody else wants, the medicare and medicaid patients, due to low government reimbursement rates.

Often no doctors are taking new patients, let alone no new medicare patients and then you're in limbo if your doctor quits, until a space opens up and somebody will a few medicare patients.

The other disturbing piece of news is the supposedly voluntary police registry of those people designated "nutcases" bill being pushed through the legislature by an Albany legislator. So if the police encounter you, and you're on the registry as a mental case, the pie in the sky theory is they will treat you better or something. Supposedly this will be beneficial to the "mentals" and to the police.

That's baloney. The police knew who the mentals were in Corvallis and preyed upon them sometimes because they knew they were mentals and could get away with it. This won't help anybody. That's the reality. The fuzzy wuzzy pie in the sky everything is beautiful love everyone people have no clue about street reality.

Illiterate About the Cause He Promotes

Click post title to go to a letter to the editor by a Lebanon man, promoting government health care. He states that medicare patients choose their doctors while HMOs' appoint them.

Sorry to burst your bubble, Mr., but most doctors won't even take medicare patients. The local medicare HMO's and yes, medicare patients are under HMO's for the most part, choose doctors who will take quotas of the patients nobody else wants, the medicare and medicaid patients, due to low government reimbursement rates.

Often no doctors are taking new patients, let alone no new medicare patients and then you're in limbo if your doctor quits, until a space opens up and somebody will a few medicare patients.

The other disturbing piece of news is the supposedly voluntary police registry of those people designated "nutcases" bill being pushed through the legislature by an Albany legislator. So if the police encounter you, and you're on the registry as a mental case, the pie in the sky theory is they will treat you better or something. Supposedly this will be beneficial to the "mentals" and to the police.

That's baloney. The police knew who the mentals were in Corvallis and preyed upon them sometimes because they knew they were mentals and could get away with it. This won't help anybody. That's the reality. The fuzzy wuzzy pie in the sky everything is beautiful love everyone people have no clue about street reality.

Yay!

Running into the two kittens, formerly of the Bond Orange colony rescue, now with litters of their own, brought back the memories.

This was the inside of the blue storage bin, at the Bond Road orange colony of last year. That woman had 8 cats stuffed inside this, I think it was.

The Lacomb woman then agreed to foster the orange mother cat and her three kittens I think it was. Then, she accidentally left the foster room door open and the mom ran out of the foster room, with one of her kittens clutched in her mouth. The door to the outside was also open and she raced into the woods with the kitten.

Later, when they became mad at me for that happening, even though I was in Albany and incapable of opening a door 20 miles away, they refused to give up all the kittens, and gave back only one of the three, keeping two unfixed orange female kittens they were supposed to get fixed themselves, but did not, resulting in 9 more kittens, seven of whom they still have.
This was the orange mom of the kittens they fostered. Fortunately, I got her spayed before leaving her there in foster, with her three kittens.
This was one of the three orange kittens left in foster there originally.

Lebanon Siamese mix male, among four cats being fixed today.
Black Lebanon male, being fixed today. The three Lebanon cats being fixed are owned. They were not inside and ready, when I arrived. A neighbor man came over and had to round them up, finally getting the bathrobe clad owner to help a little. He grumbled loudly that he shouldn't have to be rounding up a neighbors cats and they should have had them ready and that the husband was sleeping and wouldn't even get up to help. I said "Welcome to my life. Want to hang with me?" He declined, unfortunately. He was quite handsome, I thought.
Lebanon female being spayed today.
Willy, whose rear parts will be thoroughly inspected today for possible neuter errors.
Young orange tabby mom of some of the kitten horde up in Lacomb. I haven't seen her since she was kitten, unwanted on Bond road.
Big Willy again, taken today.
This is a photo of Big Willy taken just after his rescue, in February 2008, from a dilapidated duplex in south Corvallis, where a woman fed about a dozen strays, caste off from the drug infested human tenants of that south town slum.


I'm getting the seven older kittens from Lacomb fixed tomorrow! Yahoo! Whoopdeedodoo!

As for Willy, turns out these folks took him in to an Albany vet, and had someone there feel him up. That person at that clinic told them he wasn't neutered. Now, I beg to differ, but we'll see today, won't we?

I told my vet clinic the whole sad sordid twisted story and asked they do a bang up job of checking poor big Willy's rear situation out. They're going to pull his penis and check for barbs, the whole shebang. If he isn't totally neutered, tain't my fault. I took him in to the vet Feb. 4, 2008. That's when he got his eartip and was given the "I'm neutered" seal of vet approval. Shit happens, though.

I am traveling tomorrow with kittens to the Oregon coast to attend a NS clinic where the kittens, any I can round up, will be fixed, since clinic registration was low there.