At least part of what went wrong with the car last night: one of four engine coils failed. This happens instantly and can cause the catastrophic failures my car experienced. There may be other problems. The computer system error says "analog failure". There are a few other parts needing replaced to get the engine running enough to see what the computer system says. Mr. Mechanic is concerned the problem also may be a short somewhere and those can take forever and ever to find. But first step is to get the parts including the coil, and they're expensive and can't be had until next week.
Well that's the car update. I never knew such parts existed. Engine coils, four of them. At least one of mine failed. And they're expensive to replace.
Ok, they're called coil packs and there's one per cylinder or plug. So one has failed and this would not affect anything other than ignition, so the real problem is going to be something else. Shit. I mean shoot.
But wait, some mechanics on a Scion forum said it's going to be the coil, because if a coil pack fails it runs on only three cylinders and a four cylinder car will act exactly as I described when my Scion failed, with vibrations like that. So those Scion car pimper mechanics on the forum are reassuring me that if one of those coil packs failed, simply replacing it should solve all my issues. I told them, "Thank you boys. I do feel much better now." And I do.
Friday, August 07, 2009
Blubbering Gratitude
I'm such a wreck these days, if anyone helps me out, I want to blubber. There's no way I can think of, in this isolationist electronic age, to adequately thank someone except say maybe "thank you so much. I love you. Can I be a follower on twitter?"
Because society these days seems so empty and shallow.
Granted, I don't use twitter and I am not a follower or fan type at all.
On Youtube, people want to trade sub for sub, even with strangers and if they hate your content and you theirs. This is too shallow for me to comprehend. I don't care if I have any subscribers on youtube. I should care, I'm told. But I don't. Most of the content on youtube is crap. I visit the sites of friends or watch funny youtube videos or educational videos or music videos or animal videos.
I was briefly on Facebook but I couldn't stomach it. Little updates on people's "walls" about what they're doing at that moment. I couldn't stomach it. Who has time for that?
Not that I'm not a loser too. I am. I embrace my loserhood. More people should be losers. Less pressure on everyone. After all, none of us are significant really, in the vastness of space and time. We're getting too full of ourselves. Myself included. It is good to be embarrassed publicly, puts a person back into their rightful place as a nothing. We're all nothings and we need to more fully understand that and enjoy it. If someone has a million subs on youtube, they're still a nothing. We all are.
I learned all this stuff from Dave, who works on maintenance at OSU. He's smart. He knows what's up.
Gosh, Stinod's photo just came up on the slideshow up above. She is so wonderful. Oh my gosh she is wonderful. She survived somehow, there in the fields by Three Lakes and Grand Prairie, for six months, after being attacked by a dog, virtually blind, until I netted her. What a soul. I have nothing to complain about.
Now that I have time on my hands, I just want to express my extreme gratitude for the existence of the Dollar Store. I can't even imagine how I would have survived without the dollar store, from their cheap tools, screws, carpet pieces and potting soil, to $1 T-shirts I've turned into partial works of art so I can wear them.
Here is one big heartfelt thank you to the Dollar Store and Dollar Tree stores, the best social program for the poor in America today.
Because society these days seems so empty and shallow.
Granted, I don't use twitter and I am not a follower or fan type at all.
On Youtube, people want to trade sub for sub, even with strangers and if they hate your content and you theirs. This is too shallow for me to comprehend. I don't care if I have any subscribers on youtube. I should care, I'm told. But I don't. Most of the content on youtube is crap. I visit the sites of friends or watch funny youtube videos or educational videos or music videos or animal videos.
I was briefly on Facebook but I couldn't stomach it. Little updates on people's "walls" about what they're doing at that moment. I couldn't stomach it. Who has time for that?
Not that I'm not a loser too. I am. I embrace my loserhood. More people should be losers. Less pressure on everyone. After all, none of us are significant really, in the vastness of space and time. We're getting too full of ourselves. Myself included. It is good to be embarrassed publicly, puts a person back into their rightful place as a nothing. We're all nothings and we need to more fully understand that and enjoy it. If someone has a million subs on youtube, they're still a nothing. We all are.
I learned all this stuff from Dave, who works on maintenance at OSU. He's smart. He knows what's up.
Gosh, Stinod's photo just came up on the slideshow up above. She is so wonderful. Oh my gosh she is wonderful. She survived somehow, there in the fields by Three Lakes and Grand Prairie, for six months, after being attacked by a dog, virtually blind, until I netted her. What a soul. I have nothing to complain about.
Now that I have time on my hands, I just want to express my extreme gratitude for the existence of the Dollar Store. I can't even imagine how I would have survived without the dollar store, from their cheap tools, screws, carpet pieces and potting soil, to $1 T-shirts I've turned into partial works of art so I can wear them.
Here is one big heartfelt thank you to the Dollar Store and Dollar Tree stores, the best social program for the poor in America today.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Car Dead
I don't know what happened with my car. While driving to pick up the cats, there was a horrible clunk. I thought I must have a flat tire. I got out at the vet clinic and looked and looked. Then, it wouldn't start at first, when it did, it vibrated horribly and much worse in reverse.
I did try to come home, but suddenly several warning lights came on and it quit along with violent pitching and vibrations. Hmmmm. I looked for any leaks and found none. Oil level normal. Plenty of water. I think something happened with the transmission or something. It's dead.
I have to have it towed. I hitched a ride home with the two cats, one from Geary street and then the Siamese from the collector's place, with a stranger. He even took me to the house where the male cat belonged to deliver him home, which was kind. Then he dropped me off at my place with the Siamese. I already miss my car. I don't know what to think. I wonder what is wrong. I will truly go nuts here without a way out, or even to get what I need for the cats. Boy. I thought my life was going to be easier for awhile.
After analizing the codes being thrown out on the dash display, via the users manuel, I have determined this might be minor. It might be that the traction on off relay or solenoid or something is turning that feature on and off at a rapid pace, failing in other words, which would result in the clunking and severe vibration. My brother suggested it could be possible to just disconnect that function unless it is tied into others. I never use it. I'd even forgotten it existed. Hopefully the mechanic can figure it out. Doesn't explain the trouble starting.
I suppose my car was supposed to break down. I don't know why. I'm not in the know.
Maybe it is the motor home fire on I5. Maybe somehow, if my car had run and not broken down, I would have caught fire with that motorhome burning now, I'm thinking. Maybe. Well you just never know.
I'm too little in this universe to see the big picture. So the car broke and the world hasn't ended. I'm less than a molecule in the vastness. Sure I'd like to be a mobile molecule, but, I don't run this show, especially right now. I have no position of power in this universe or even over that darn car.
It's kick back, feet up, time.
Kick back time, without a car, has already turned to some worry. I live miles from any grocery store. Carrying litter home miles walking would do me in the very fist time. I hope the car fix is possible and something I can afford. I miss it already. Without a car onc is fixed in place. There's little one can do without a car except walk around city streets looking for something to do. I can't even get what I need to maintain the cats left here without one. It is sobering to realize how dependent I am on transportation, if I don't want to sit here staring at a wall the rest of my days, that is. I do not even have a working bike. I don't live in an area that has a store nearby.
If I needed to go to the doctor, my doctor is in Corvallis! I know that is stupid, for me to have a doctor in another town, but when I was trying to find another doctor willing to take medicare, when my old doctor quit, I waited a long time anyhow, then had only one choice open.
I don't have any idea how to get around without a car. I know there is a bus that goes to Corvallis, primarily designed for student transport between OSU and Linn Benton. Taking a bus is a time consuming endeavor to get anywhere, but there is that possibility, to get to Corvallis, then taking their city buses up to where my doctor's office is, if I had to. I used to ride the Corvallis City bus system when I lived in Corvallis. It's a frustration most of the time, or was, due to lengthy waits and the number of transfers needed to get a relatively short distance. But one must do what one must do.
Well, a lot of people live without cars and I was one of them for a couple of decades. Limits a person range and possiblities and recreation. I didn't like the years and years I spent without transportation.
I did try to come home, but suddenly several warning lights came on and it quit along with violent pitching and vibrations. Hmmmm. I looked for any leaks and found none. Oil level normal. Plenty of water. I think something happened with the transmission or something. It's dead.
I have to have it towed. I hitched a ride home with the two cats, one from Geary street and then the Siamese from the collector's place, with a stranger. He even took me to the house where the male cat belonged to deliver him home, which was kind. Then he dropped me off at my place with the Siamese. I already miss my car. I don't know what to think. I wonder what is wrong. I will truly go nuts here without a way out, or even to get what I need for the cats. Boy. I thought my life was going to be easier for awhile.
After analizing the codes being thrown out on the dash display, via the users manuel, I have determined this might be minor. It might be that the traction on off relay or solenoid or something is turning that feature on and off at a rapid pace, failing in other words, which would result in the clunking and severe vibration. My brother suggested it could be possible to just disconnect that function unless it is tied into others. I never use it. I'd even forgotten it existed. Hopefully the mechanic can figure it out. Doesn't explain the trouble starting.
I suppose my car was supposed to break down. I don't know why. I'm not in the know.
Maybe it is the motor home fire on I5. Maybe somehow, if my car had run and not broken down, I would have caught fire with that motorhome burning now, I'm thinking. Maybe. Well you just never know.
I'm too little in this universe to see the big picture. So the car broke and the world hasn't ended. I'm less than a molecule in the vastness. Sure I'd like to be a mobile molecule, but, I don't run this show, especially right now. I have no position of power in this universe or even over that darn car.
It's kick back, feet up, time.
Kick back time, without a car, has already turned to some worry. I live miles from any grocery store. Carrying litter home miles walking would do me in the very fist time. I hope the car fix is possible and something I can afford. I miss it already. Without a car onc is fixed in place. There's little one can do without a car except walk around city streets looking for something to do. I can't even get what I need to maintain the cats left here without one. It is sobering to realize how dependent I am on transportation, if I don't want to sit here staring at a wall the rest of my days, that is. I do not even have a working bike. I don't live in an area that has a store nearby.
If I needed to go to the doctor, my doctor is in Corvallis! I know that is stupid, for me to have a doctor in another town, but when I was trying to find another doctor willing to take medicare, when my old doctor quit, I waited a long time anyhow, then had only one choice open.
I don't have any idea how to get around without a car. I know there is a bus that goes to Corvallis, primarily designed for student transport between OSU and Linn Benton. Taking a bus is a time consuming endeavor to get anywhere, but there is that possibility, to get to Corvallis, then taking their city buses up to where my doctor's office is, if I had to. I used to ride the Corvallis City bus system when I lived in Corvallis. It's a frustration most of the time, or was, due to lengthy waits and the number of transfers needed to get a relatively short distance. But one must do what one must do.
Well, a lot of people live without cars and I was one of them for a couple of decades. Limits a person range and possiblities and recreation. I didn't like the years and years I spent without transportation.
I'm Not a Cat Placement Center
So, despite my phone message, I get someone calling to say, "I have a friend with a cat he needs to get rid of. Can you take him?"
"No," I say emphatically, and "Who is this?" I can't even remember what she said. She continues however, because she wants her friends' needs met. "Well where I can I take the cat then?"
"I don't know," I say. "I am not a placement center. Call Animal Control or SafeHaven or anybody else. I'm retired and never did placement in the first place." I hang up.
There are people mad at me already because I'm not meeting their needs. Too bad.
Then there was someone I had loaned a trap too, to catch an injured cat, upset i might be quitting, who just hasn't bothered to catch the injured cat. I'm retrieving my trap today. Too bad. She can rent a trap.
Free Jody is gone.
"No," I say emphatically, and "Who is this?" I can't even remember what she said. She continues however, because she wants her friends' needs met. "Well where I can I take the cat then?"
"I don't know," I say. "I am not a placement center. Call Animal Control or SafeHaven or anybody else. I'm retired and never did placement in the first place." I hang up.
There are people mad at me already because I'm not meeting their needs. Too bad.
Then there was someone I had loaned a trap too, to catch an injured cat, upset i might be quitting, who just hasn't bothered to catch the injured cat. I'm retrieving my trap today. Too bad. She can rent a trap.
Free Jody is gone.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Deleting My Life
I've decided to delete my entire old life. In a sense. I've been under too much stress forever and a day. I can't cope anymore. I have to take major time off. I cancelled all vet appointments from after tomorrow on out.
I know what I'm doing is needed, but trouble is, I can't handle it anymore. I'm seriously stressed so much so I think I could die of the stress and exhaustion. So.....I'm no longer any good.
I've been yelled at too much lately. Too many calls. That darn stalker too. I can't withstand the pressure without a way to vent it out. I've been venting it out by yelling at people, at the drop of a hat. And sometimes sobbing. It's too much, what I've been doing, for me to take, without nice experiences in between.
I don't want to be that way. I need to focus on finding homes for cats here. My body is broken and needs to heal. I need to work on finding a place to live that is more peaceful and away from the chaos of city living.
I know this decision is going to make a lot of people who want my help mad or upset. I've already had people mad at me, that I'm quitting and won't be helping them. Maybe they'll find a way to help themselves. I hope so.
I know what I'm doing is needed, but trouble is, I can't handle it anymore. I'm seriously stressed so much so I think I could die of the stress and exhaustion. So.....I'm no longer any good.
I've been yelled at too much lately. Too many calls. That darn stalker too. I can't withstand the pressure without a way to vent it out. I've been venting it out by yelling at people, at the drop of a hat. And sometimes sobbing. It's too much, what I've been doing, for me to take, without nice experiences in between.
I don't want to be that way. I need to focus on finding homes for cats here. My body is broken and needs to heal. I need to work on finding a place to live that is more peaceful and away from the chaos of city living.
I know this decision is going to make a lot of people who want my help mad or upset. I've already had people mad at me, that I'm quitting and won't be helping them. Maybe they'll find a way to help themselves. I hope so.
Happy News
KATA found placements for all these ferals here from the Lebanon situation. They'll be leaving this afternoon. I am so grateful I just want to cry. I'll take the three unfixed ones they trapped last night up to be fixed tomorrow. At least I can do that.
It's insane the hardships and costs one collector can cause others. These are nice cats just caught in human drama and irresponsible behavior. It's been a hard three weeks, what with all those homeless camp cats and kittens, Lacomb kittens, still the Millersburg mom with kittens, Yoyo returning, the never ending calls, then the Lebanon collector thing and that man involved. Very hard.
It's insane that so many people still don't fix their pets. Completely insane behavior. Everyone who doesn't fix their pets should be committed. I apologized to KATA for breaking down, for not being able to do more. It's like Sodom and Gomorrah in Linn County. People delight in using and abusing others, taking advantage of them, entitlement mentality, insane inhumane and corrupt behavior it's all rewarded and applauded. Maybe it's this way everywhere now.
My coping mechanisms have broken down. I do need to get out of this town. I grew up running into a forest to escape my father. I feel totally lost without woods somewhere closeby to run to. I can't seem to cope without a forest nearby, something wild, a river, anything.
It's insane the hardships and costs one collector can cause others. These are nice cats just caught in human drama and irresponsible behavior. It's been a hard three weeks, what with all those homeless camp cats and kittens, Lacomb kittens, still the Millersburg mom with kittens, Yoyo returning, the never ending calls, then the Lebanon collector thing and that man involved. Very hard.
It's insane that so many people still don't fix their pets. Completely insane behavior. Everyone who doesn't fix their pets should be committed. I apologized to KATA for breaking down, for not being able to do more. It's like Sodom and Gomorrah in Linn County. People delight in using and abusing others, taking advantage of them, entitlement mentality, insane inhumane and corrupt behavior it's all rewarded and applauded. Maybe it's this way everywhere now.
My coping mechanisms have broken down. I do need to get out of this town. I grew up running into a forest to escape my father. I feel totally lost without woods somewhere closeby to run to. I can't seem to cope without a forest nearby, something wild, a river, anything.
Monday, August 03, 2009
Ruin
I only went to help trap over there. Not to keep and place more cats that I will never be able to place. Now it seems I've 8 cats here and nowhere for them to go. No media help in finding them homes. No help with cat food or Advantage or anything else and I'm sick of this. I want to abandon this house and leave.
KATA trapped five more. The woman took one she wanted, the former homeowner/collector. One of the other four is fixed. Three need fixed. I don't know what to do. I got bamboozled once again. I have so many cats here I can't even think or sleep. NO time to sleep or do anything. I want them all gone. I want to run away. This is like living in hell. Nobody's helping find homes. And the calls keep coming even though I have a message on my machine. I'm out of cat litter and I need some help. NOt advice, physical help.
However, I don't expect help. I got myself into this. I will get out of it. I will do what I have to to place all the cats here and then I'm out. I'm getting rid of and starting to pack my things already, actually have been doing so for a few days, to make it easier, once I find homes for most of the cats here, to be gone. The Lebanon situation was a huge bamboozle, but the cats were going to die otherwise, so I guess I don't regret getting involved. The fact that man lied so much, never got any media help with homes, well that's just par for the course in these parts. To be expected, when value systems now involve selfishness and scam artistry as supreme.
When I have most of the cats placed, I'll be already gone. I also plan to change my name. I'm no good to anybody anymore. Two years in Albany was two years too long in Albany. It's ruined me, physically, emotionally and financially. Too many animal abusers, abandoners, neglectors here. I don't know why, but it's that way. To be an animal lover trying to change things in Albany is going to kill anyone. And it has me. I'm pretty much dead. I am going to leave before I'm completely dead. First, I must place a lot of cats. Any help in doing this would be greatly appreciated.
KATA trapped five more. The woman took one she wanted, the former homeowner/collector. One of the other four is fixed. Three need fixed. I don't know what to do. I got bamboozled once again. I have so many cats here I can't even think or sleep. NO time to sleep or do anything. I want them all gone. I want to run away. This is like living in hell. Nobody's helping find homes. And the calls keep coming even though I have a message on my machine. I'm out of cat litter and I need some help. NOt advice, physical help.
However, I don't expect help. I got myself into this. I will get out of it. I will do what I have to to place all the cats here and then I'm out. I'm getting rid of and starting to pack my things already, actually have been doing so for a few days, to make it easier, once I find homes for most of the cats here, to be gone. The Lebanon situation was a huge bamboozle, but the cats were going to die otherwise, so I guess I don't regret getting involved. The fact that man lied so much, never got any media help with homes, well that's just par for the course in these parts. To be expected, when value systems now involve selfishness and scam artistry as supreme.
When I have most of the cats placed, I'll be already gone. I also plan to change my name. I'm no good to anybody anymore. Two years in Albany was two years too long in Albany. It's ruined me, physically, emotionally and financially. Too many animal abusers, abandoners, neglectors here. I don't know why, but it's that way. To be an animal lover trying to change things in Albany is going to kill anyone. And it has me. I'm pretty much dead. I am going to leave before I'm completely dead. First, I must place a lot of cats. Any help in doing this would be greatly appreciated.
Exhaustion
I am exhausted. Totally. The Lebanon cat saga continues. SafeHaven told KATA they'd take tame ones. I can't get ahold of the former home owner, who has four of my traps. I don't have a single free trap.
She did take the five already fixed cats up to the Lacomb woman this morning. Many of those were tame, but they have already been relocated.
That guy who works for the new owner called KATA at work saying they had a cat in their trap and could she come get it. She said she was at work, to call the former home owner to come get the cat. I guess she took off with a feral male free roaming in her car. She claims she backed the car into a friends barn and opened a window and that the cat is contained in a stall in the barn and will be fixed but I don't believe that. She now also tells me she has maybe 11 cats from her old house at her sisters when before she told me six and that they were all fixed. now she says at least five are not fixed at her sisters' house.
I have 8 of the Lebanon cats now in my garage waiting for homes. They were fixed today. Five boys and three girls. And there are who knows how many still over there. I need help finding all these cats homes for sure. I don't know where to turn.
The family who sought help for the stray female with the eye hanging out who has mastitis now are finding her kittens. Three so far, but they've only caught one and I don't have any traps.
A woman called for whom I'd trapped two cats a year or more ago. She had another male show up now with a prolapsed rectum. I got a quote on that surgery and its in the hundreds of dollars range, and I told the woman I had no help monetarily to cover that surgery but if the cat is wormed and fixed, maybe it would resolve so she is going to catch him and take him in.
She did take the five already fixed cats up to the Lacomb woman this morning. Many of those were tame, but they have already been relocated.
That guy who works for the new owner called KATA at work saying they had a cat in their trap and could she come get it. She said she was at work, to call the former home owner to come get the cat. I guess she took off with a feral male free roaming in her car. She claims she backed the car into a friends barn and opened a window and that the cat is contained in a stall in the barn and will be fixed but I don't believe that. She now also tells me she has maybe 11 cats from her old house at her sisters when before she told me six and that they were all fixed. now she says at least five are not fixed at her sisters' house.
I have 8 of the Lebanon cats now in my garage waiting for homes. They were fixed today. Five boys and three girls. And there are who knows how many still over there. I need help finding all these cats homes for sure. I don't know where to turn.
The family who sought help for the stray female with the eye hanging out who has mastitis now are finding her kittens. Three so far, but they've only caught one and I don't have any traps.
A woman called for whom I'd trapped two cats a year or more ago. She had another male show up now with a prolapsed rectum. I got a quote on that surgery and its in the hundreds of dollars range, and I told the woman I had no help monetarily to cover that surgery but if the cat is wormed and fixed, maybe it would resolve so she is going to catch him and take him in.
We Did it Anyway
We went up there anyway and trapped 13 cats. There aren't 100, and never were. Boy, I don't know how truth got so distorted and lost. The collector was nice I thought. I would never call her a collector. This was a 35 to 40 cat situation, but most of the cats lived in a field and line of berry vines, not around the house.
The truth about numbers was distorted most likely by the new owners' employee, there to clean up the property and "dispose" of the cats. Or maybe someone else told him there were that number. I don't know.
But there were not and never were 100 cats. She took her six pet cats with her and seven were relocated already. We trapped 13 or 14 more and there are about 8 still needing trapped. That means it is a far smaller but still big situation.
I had been told they were all sick, that many were deformed and many had missing eyes. There were no sick cats that I saw. All look in great health. There is one cat with one missing eye. One cat had a broken leg that healed funny, but that is far from being inbred deformed as was decribed to me, and I was told many were inbred deformed. Boy. I think those descriptions of the cats were given to me, so somebody could justify killing them all. But it was not the truth at all.
Not sure yet where the nine I have in my car right now will go after being fixed. The Lacomb woman had said she could relocate 15 I think, but I'm not sure on that number. She's already taken in seven.
I think I have nine in my car and I think KATA has a home for two. That would then be beyond the total the Lacomb woman can take with the five already fixed ones we trapped, that the foreclosure woman took away, to take up to Lacomb in the morning. So the Lacomb woman will have 12 already with the five she will get tomorrow. If she's taking 15, that means only three of the ones in my car can go up there. Two can go to KATA. What will I do with the other four and where will the other 8 out there, once trapped, go?
I think there will end up to be maybe 15 that were not yet fixed. Nine of those are in my car already. I know at least two of the cats still there are already fixed.
But the foreclosed upon woman is working on it too. I worry about these things. That man never contacted media, to help find homes for them. And the media didn't contact KATA or myself back either. It's sucky all the way around. We need barn homes for cats.
I filed a late night complaint with the commissioners office. It was a lazy public servant complaint. I told them about this woman knowing the local animal control officer and why in the world didn't he help her get them fixed long ago, being animal control is his county job and being he was her friend. I mean, that's a lazy, pass the buck public servant thing. Your tax dollars not at work.
He never helped either once she got into foreclosure trouble with the cats, other than to hand her Vicki's private cell number. That's so pathetic.
Yes, I'm still quitting. Have to. My spine is an inflamed painful mess, knee inflamed too, shoulder numbing from swelling, that year old torn muscle issue, that keeps haunting me again and again. I am unable to be nice to people anymore either. I'm burned out. I used to be able to be nice to even those who lied to me, or promised things they never carried through on. But I can't be anymore. It's time to quit, at least for a month or two.
I have all sorts of problems going on in the house right now. Most seem to be RF interference related. The furnace may be failing, my brother theorized. Garage door opening and closing in the night or when I'm gone, phone sometimes nonfunctional due to static or just suddenly cuts out. Kind of worries me some. These devices operate on radio signals and interference will make them mess up. Anyhow, not sure what is going on. The phoneline and the garage door opener are right by the furnace. Failing motors sometimes throw out RF interference along electrical lines or even through the air, affecting radio wave devices in the vicinity. My phone fails most often when I wander into the garage or when I am talking in the kitchen.
The truth about numbers was distorted most likely by the new owners' employee, there to clean up the property and "dispose" of the cats. Or maybe someone else told him there were that number. I don't know.
But there were not and never were 100 cats. She took her six pet cats with her and seven were relocated already. We trapped 13 or 14 more and there are about 8 still needing trapped. That means it is a far smaller but still big situation.
I had been told they were all sick, that many were deformed and many had missing eyes. There were no sick cats that I saw. All look in great health. There is one cat with one missing eye. One cat had a broken leg that healed funny, but that is far from being inbred deformed as was decribed to me, and I was told many were inbred deformed. Boy. I think those descriptions of the cats were given to me, so somebody could justify killing them all. But it was not the truth at all.
Not sure yet where the nine I have in my car right now will go after being fixed. The Lacomb woman had said she could relocate 15 I think, but I'm not sure on that number. She's already taken in seven.
I think I have nine in my car and I think KATA has a home for two. That would then be beyond the total the Lacomb woman can take with the five already fixed ones we trapped, that the foreclosure woman took away, to take up to Lacomb in the morning. So the Lacomb woman will have 12 already with the five she will get tomorrow. If she's taking 15, that means only three of the ones in my car can go up there. Two can go to KATA. What will I do with the other four and where will the other 8 out there, once trapped, go?
I think there will end up to be maybe 15 that were not yet fixed. Nine of those are in my car already. I know at least two of the cats still there are already fixed.
But the foreclosed upon woman is working on it too. I worry about these things. That man never contacted media, to help find homes for them. And the media didn't contact KATA or myself back either. It's sucky all the way around. We need barn homes for cats.
I filed a late night complaint with the commissioners office. It was a lazy public servant complaint. I told them about this woman knowing the local animal control officer and why in the world didn't he help her get them fixed long ago, being animal control is his county job and being he was her friend. I mean, that's a lazy, pass the buck public servant thing. Your tax dollars not at work.
He never helped either once she got into foreclosure trouble with the cats, other than to hand her Vicki's private cell number. That's so pathetic.
Yes, I'm still quitting. Have to. My spine is an inflamed painful mess, knee inflamed too, shoulder numbing from swelling, that year old torn muscle issue, that keeps haunting me again and again. I am unable to be nice to people anymore either. I'm burned out. I used to be able to be nice to even those who lied to me, or promised things they never carried through on. But I can't be anymore. It's time to quit, at least for a month or two.
I have all sorts of problems going on in the house right now. Most seem to be RF interference related. The furnace may be failing, my brother theorized. Garage door opening and closing in the night or when I'm gone, phone sometimes nonfunctional due to static or just suddenly cuts out. Kind of worries me some. These devices operate on radio signals and interference will make them mess up. Anyhow, not sure what is going on. The phoneline and the garage door opener are right by the furnace. Failing motors sometimes throw out RF interference along electrical lines or even through the air, affecting radio wave devices in the vicinity. My phone fails most often when I wander into the garage or when I am talking in the kitchen.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Lebanon Crapola Situation
For gosh sakes. A huge situation in Lebanon caused by a collector has exploded. A woman with about 100 cats supposedly was foreclosed on. I guess most of the cats are not fixed. Now the realtor has called me, wanting me to help him trap them all tomorrow. I said "where will they go?" He thinks they should be euthanized.
I said I don't trap for killing. He said the former owner has said she'll take any she traps to barn homes. I said, "not without getting them fixed first, if I'm involved." He said he would talk to her. He said he'd call back. He hasn't.
This woman called KATA too, last week, and wanted them to help. I guess the woman told them, when the KATA woman asked how she got her personal private cell number, that her husband was friends with the Linn County Animal Control Officer. Huh? How could an animal control officer let a friend slide into that situation? Wouldn't an animal control officer tell him to get those cats fixed and help get it done? Can't be true that they are friends with him.
But if it is true, boy oh man, no wonder we have such a county over run in unfixed cats. If the collector is friends with the Linn County Animal Control Officer, why isn't he helping them?
I didn't know what to tell him. He wants to use my traps, I think, and wants my help trapping. Not if he's going to have them killed. No way. If that's what he is planning, there is no way in hell I'll be a little slave to help someone out to solve his problem because he bought the property by killing cats. Oh my god no.
Why isn't this woman being charged with animal neglect and cruelty? I want to know that.
When I get such calls, I can't even think, makes me sleepless and stressed and I don't know what to do. I think about all those little lives that will be snuffed out, needless too, if they fixed their house cats. Why in the world do people think it's ok not to fix their pets? Neighbors won't help neighbors. "Well, they're not my cats." I can't tell you how often I hear that. I hear it so often I want to puke when I hear it now.
Somebody long ago should have stepped in and told her the truth, "Hey, those cats need fixed. I'll help." Maybe even their alleged friend, the animal control officer. I wonder if that is true, that they are friends with him. Man oh man if it's true. In the end, bottom line, the buck falls at the feet of the cat owners. They neglected a basic duty and as a result, well, there's a whole lot of suffering going on. These aren't cat lovers. Cat lovers fix their pets. And cat lovers fix the strays they feed.
Well, it's after 11:00 and that man didn't call back. I'm glad he didn't. I can't handle something like this. Someone else told me neighbors are setting out poison to kill the cats. That's just a bunch of shit. What happened to compassion? People are so lazy these days. Laziness is apparently a more cherished value than compassion. There's so many lies going on about this situation, I don't know if the poison rumor is true or not. Oh just set out some poison and go to bed, honey. In the night, when its taken, the neighbors sleep through the horror that ensues, the brothers watching sisters go into convulsions and cry in pain, as they die. Then its their turn. Sleep through that you miserable human slobs. You won't sleep as well once settled down in hell for eternity.
UPDATE: Today has been kind of like hell. The realtor guy, who bought the collectors house on auction, has called again. There are so many falsehoods going around. So we have homes for some. The realtor guy promised to contact news stations to try to get a story done, but my feeling about him, at this point, has become negative.
When I found out some homes were available, I left him a message I could trap some more tonight but that there needs to be a donation made. Marilyn of Spay Inc. and Vicki of KATA agreed.
We get these calls all the time. People use emotional blackmail to get their situation fixed for free, without even helping. In other words, I have my doubts he will call the news media.
I finally e-mailed three TV news tiplines, pleading for coverage and the GT. Vicki called some and e-mailed the DH. I have heard from none of the news outlets I tried to contact. Maybe that's because it is Sunday. The only way to find homes for all these cats is through media coverage and for gosh sakes, if she really does have 48 in some garage, that needs checked out. Like I said, this is a law enforcement failure in Linn County.
The police apparently refuse involvement even though it is clearly a law enforcement issue. There's nowhere to turn. This is an ugly situation. KATA has homes lined up for maybe four. The Lacomb woman can hold quite a few, she said, until she locates more barns. But now, the man has not returned the call about trapping tonight. Oh well, one can only offer.
In another bizarre twist, when Marilyn took four more in traps, the collector brought her this morning, the collector claimed I had vowed to take in all the sick ones. I don't even know this woman and have never talked to her. Where in the world would she get that idea? So there's a whole lot of lying going on and I am severely stressed by all these calls I keep getting on it.
My feeling is pretty clear. I will trap when there are homes to take them to. Now there are some homes, but the man who owns the property hasn't returned my call about allowing me on the property to trap. So, not much more I can do. I need to find a way to de=stress now and take care of myself. I'm going nuts over this and so many other situations. I'm one person for gosh sakes. There are only three people who have reluctantly offered to help (I say "reluctant" because we're the usual suspects, always called to solve things at our own expense and we're overwhelmed and overworked and not paid at all): Me, Vicki of KATA and Marilyn in Lacomb. We're private people, unfunded, so there you have it.
Update: I'm out of this situation. The man calls outraged that I should request a donation for help, claims he's just trying to make a living and now claims not to own the property but to be the legal representative of this collector and needs to dispose of these cats.
I said I have no idea what that means. He claims he called me late last night only to rent live traps from me. But that was not at all the impression he left me with last night, that he wanted my trap and my help and was I free today. I tried to babble in defense of myself and all the little people involved, unpaid, overwhelmed in calls like his.
But he was yelling at me, demanding I not yell at him. I can't take this abuse anymore, and I am out. I hung up on him, because I was breaking down into hysterical sobbing. I am not psychologically equipped to deal with such people and such differing stories so that I have no idea what is actually going on over there, or who is telling the truth.
Who does he work for, a realtor or this collector? I don't have any idea. I don't want to know. There is a breakdown in Linn County of any services available, so it thrown on the backs of beleagured volunteers. With that many cats at one house, it is a law enforcement issue. So where are they? The news should be all over it. But I'm getting no responses from anybody. I do not know what is going on.
All I ever wanted to do was help cats. I really should have known it would be this way, that people are vicious, out for themselves, and especially the population that doesn't fix their cats. It is a good sign of whether a person is mentally stable or not. If their pets are not fixed, usually there is something really wrong in that household. I'm stressed over this. Marilyn said she couldn't sleep last night over it and Vicki of KATA couldn't either. That isn't right. I changed my answering message to state I am not currently available for trapping/fixing and transporting owned cats to be fixed. I am taking a long break. I will get the kittens fixed I have here, for sure, try to find as many cats homes as I can, and I feel terrible that I can't handle this anymore, but I can't right now and there's no sense sacrificing myself, doesn't help any cats.
As for the users and abusers of Linn County, who ask/demand and give nothing back, fuck you. That goes for my pathetic stalker too. I'm checking out! Margaritaville!
I said I don't trap for killing. He said the former owner has said she'll take any she traps to barn homes. I said, "not without getting them fixed first, if I'm involved." He said he would talk to her. He said he'd call back. He hasn't.
This woman called KATA too, last week, and wanted them to help. I guess the woman told them, when the KATA woman asked how she got her personal private cell number, that her husband was friends with the Linn County Animal Control Officer. Huh? How could an animal control officer let a friend slide into that situation? Wouldn't an animal control officer tell him to get those cats fixed and help get it done? Can't be true that they are friends with him.
But if it is true, boy oh man, no wonder we have such a county over run in unfixed cats. If the collector is friends with the Linn County Animal Control Officer, why isn't he helping them?
I didn't know what to tell him. He wants to use my traps, I think, and wants my help trapping. Not if he's going to have them killed. No way. If that's what he is planning, there is no way in hell I'll be a little slave to help someone out to solve his problem because he bought the property by killing cats. Oh my god no.
Why isn't this woman being charged with animal neglect and cruelty? I want to know that.
When I get such calls, I can't even think, makes me sleepless and stressed and I don't know what to do. I think about all those little lives that will be snuffed out, needless too, if they fixed their house cats. Why in the world do people think it's ok not to fix their pets? Neighbors won't help neighbors. "Well, they're not my cats." I can't tell you how often I hear that. I hear it so often I want to puke when I hear it now.
Somebody long ago should have stepped in and told her the truth, "Hey, those cats need fixed. I'll help." Maybe even their alleged friend, the animal control officer. I wonder if that is true, that they are friends with him. Man oh man if it's true. In the end, bottom line, the buck falls at the feet of the cat owners. They neglected a basic duty and as a result, well, there's a whole lot of suffering going on. These aren't cat lovers. Cat lovers fix their pets. And cat lovers fix the strays they feed.
Well, it's after 11:00 and that man didn't call back. I'm glad he didn't. I can't handle something like this. Someone else told me neighbors are setting out poison to kill the cats. That's just a bunch of shit. What happened to compassion? People are so lazy these days. Laziness is apparently a more cherished value than compassion. There's so many lies going on about this situation, I don't know if the poison rumor is true or not. Oh just set out some poison and go to bed, honey. In the night, when its taken, the neighbors sleep through the horror that ensues, the brothers watching sisters go into convulsions and cry in pain, as they die. Then its their turn. Sleep through that you miserable human slobs. You won't sleep as well once settled down in hell for eternity.
UPDATE: Today has been kind of like hell. The realtor guy, who bought the collectors house on auction, has called again. There are so many falsehoods going around. So we have homes for some. The realtor guy promised to contact news stations to try to get a story done, but my feeling about him, at this point, has become negative.
When I found out some homes were available, I left him a message I could trap some more tonight but that there needs to be a donation made. Marilyn of Spay Inc. and Vicki of KATA agreed.
We get these calls all the time. People use emotional blackmail to get their situation fixed for free, without even helping. In other words, I have my doubts he will call the news media.
I finally e-mailed three TV news tiplines, pleading for coverage and the GT. Vicki called some and e-mailed the DH. I have heard from none of the news outlets I tried to contact. Maybe that's because it is Sunday. The only way to find homes for all these cats is through media coverage and for gosh sakes, if she really does have 48 in some garage, that needs checked out. Like I said, this is a law enforcement failure in Linn County.
The police apparently refuse involvement even though it is clearly a law enforcement issue. There's nowhere to turn. This is an ugly situation. KATA has homes lined up for maybe four. The Lacomb woman can hold quite a few, she said, until she locates more barns. But now, the man has not returned the call about trapping tonight. Oh well, one can only offer.
In another bizarre twist, when Marilyn took four more in traps, the collector brought her this morning, the collector claimed I had vowed to take in all the sick ones. I don't even know this woman and have never talked to her. Where in the world would she get that idea? So there's a whole lot of lying going on and I am severely stressed by all these calls I keep getting on it.
My feeling is pretty clear. I will trap when there are homes to take them to. Now there are some homes, but the man who owns the property hasn't returned my call about allowing me on the property to trap. So, not much more I can do. I need to find a way to de=stress now and take care of myself. I'm going nuts over this and so many other situations. I'm one person for gosh sakes. There are only three people who have reluctantly offered to help (I say "reluctant" because we're the usual suspects, always called to solve things at our own expense and we're overwhelmed and overworked and not paid at all): Me, Vicki of KATA and Marilyn in Lacomb. We're private people, unfunded, so there you have it.
Update: I'm out of this situation. The man calls outraged that I should request a donation for help, claims he's just trying to make a living and now claims not to own the property but to be the legal representative of this collector and needs to dispose of these cats.
I said I have no idea what that means. He claims he called me late last night only to rent live traps from me. But that was not at all the impression he left me with last night, that he wanted my trap and my help and was I free today. I tried to babble in defense of myself and all the little people involved, unpaid, overwhelmed in calls like his.
But he was yelling at me, demanding I not yell at him. I can't take this abuse anymore, and I am out. I hung up on him, because I was breaking down into hysterical sobbing. I am not psychologically equipped to deal with such people and such differing stories so that I have no idea what is actually going on over there, or who is telling the truth.
Who does he work for, a realtor or this collector? I don't have any idea. I don't want to know. There is a breakdown in Linn County of any services available, so it thrown on the backs of beleagured volunteers. With that many cats at one house, it is a law enforcement issue. So where are they? The news should be all over it. But I'm getting no responses from anybody. I do not know what is going on.
All I ever wanted to do was help cats. I really should have known it would be this way, that people are vicious, out for themselves, and especially the population that doesn't fix their cats. It is a good sign of whether a person is mentally stable or not. If their pets are not fixed, usually there is something really wrong in that household. I'm stressed over this. Marilyn said she couldn't sleep last night over it and Vicki of KATA couldn't either. That isn't right. I changed my answering message to state I am not currently available for trapping/fixing and transporting owned cats to be fixed. I am taking a long break. I will get the kittens fixed I have here, for sure, try to find as many cats homes as I can, and I feel terrible that I can't handle this anymore, but I can't right now and there's no sense sacrificing myself, doesn't help any cats.
As for the users and abusers of Linn County, who ask/demand and give nothing back, fuck you. That goes for my pathetic stalker too. I'm checking out! Margaritaville!
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