Click post title to go to photos of Oregon special edition barbies. Check out the Lebanon and Sweet Home barbies. Linn County scores two special editions! It's so funny! I love the N. Portland barbie too.
Well, I was putting out the trash tonight, and it's after 11:00 p.m. Down the street comes a dog walker. Not just any person walking their dog. The dog was a foofy dog, maybe a Yorkie, from what I could tell, in the dark. I strained to get a better look, but it was too dark. In the dark, the owner looked like the dog, I imagined, foofy, pigtails, pink, but I could have imagined the likeness.
I have not seen that person walking on this cul de sac before. I half expected her to enter one of the houses past me, thinking she must belong at one of them, or be pet sitting for someone. But no, back she came, dodging foofily around curb placed garbage cans. Then she and ultra gorgoues foof dog, disappeared around the corner.
Not even one peep from the neighbors yard this evening. Was nice, the quiet. Soon enough I'll be old and deaf and wish I could hear kids screaming, I think. How strange is it, when I don't hear them raising holy hell, I think, "Oh my gawd, I hope they're all right."
The Mad as Hell doctors, some of them from Corvallis, headed out on their cross country last ditch crusade. They officially start off tomorrow morning in Portland. There are a caravan of people following, all headed to WA D.C. I hope they don't get harrassed on the way.
They're good people, you see. I've seen the ER doctor from Corvallis who is with them.
These are not political people, they're doctors and supporters, lots of them from this area, who see a need a desperate need, and a chance, to make things better. And they're going for it. With heart and hope and good for them.
Be good to them, America, out there on the road. They're good people.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Pippi is Gone
The last of Jade's kittens left yesterday for her new home. I will miss Pippi. The Millersburg Garage kitten saga was both sad and wonderful. Only Linus died and I wish I'd caught his extreme dehydration from chronic undetected diarrhea much sooner. I don't what had made the kittens sick in foster care. Due to the white color of the diarrhea, my guess would be milk consumption but I don't know for sure.
Because even their backbones protruded, my guess is it had gone on at the foster lady's house for some time and she didn't notice. They all recovered once back here merely with sub cu fluid therapy and probiotics, no antibiotics needed. They recovered in one day, in fact. Except for Linus, whom I found dead with Micro cuddling next to his lifeless body, when I got home after running some errands. He died so quickly and so suddenly that first day they were back.
I'll never forget how Linus cuddled next to Micro, when they first came here. Micro was so sick and had trouble getting over the original diarrhea that plagued them. I did not think she would live. Linus would not play with his brother and sisters. Instead he lay worriedly next to his little sister. And when he died, it was her I found next to him. I just want to cry thinking about it. I wish...well, there's no sense to beating myself up over what can't be changed now.
So the three girls survived. Micro and Lucy went to a family in Albany. Bear, went with the older returned male from Jefferson, Yoyo, to the apartment of a disabled woman in Lebanon. Pippi went to an OSU student, who, with his fiancee, had adopted Peko, one of the Kelly road starving teens, last spring. I was really really happy to have one of the kittens at least go this wonderful young couple. I wish they could have taken all of them. I think the world of that young man and his fiancee, even though I've not met her.
Jade is still here. I was going to return her, then realized I just couldn't return this beloved young female to die young and be unnoticed there. Cars speed along Conser, killing anything in their path, including cats from this very house, routinely. Their bodies lay in the road until flattened into nothing. Nobody bothers to move them. I couldn't take this wonderful fun loving kitty, vibrant and full of life, wanting to be noticed and petted and loved, and to behave silly, and be laughed at for it, like a kid doing something and wanting parents to be sure to see it.
Her eyes are too alive to kill her hope and funny ways and dreams by taking her back there. She thinks people are wonderful now, that they love her, that she's valued. She doesn't have any choice in things. Like kids don't. I'm going to do the best I can for her. It's a responsibility. I won't take it lightly. But I'm not killing everything she's come to believe in by dumping her back there. No way.
Mowgli's leaving in a couple hours. It's a nice gay couple. I love adopting to gay couples. I know it's stereotypic thinking. They're more loving to animals, more attentive, less likely to dump a cat or abuse them, more empathetic, more likely to take them in for vet care. Gay couples are the gold star of adoptions, along with single middle aged employed women, stable middle aged and older couples, and disabled people who are not on drugs or alcohol.
I do not like adopting to someone who says "Me and my boyfriend want a cat". To me, when someone is living with a guy, and has only done so for under a year, that says to me that they can't commmit to anything. Is this just old school thinking? If people are living together and have no plans to get married or commit in another way to lifelong love, they're just sex partners, in my opinion.
Sex partner relationships often explode when one party has sex with someone else and the other half of the couple gets jealous. Seems strange in a way, since the relationship is just for convenient sex anyhow basically, to not understand that. If you want a lifelong relationship, then build one. Sex is sex, an animal act. Love is something different entirely, even though it involves sex, in my opinion. Anyhow, sex partner relationships are out, in general, when I am looking for stable homes. I don't see them as stable usually, is the reason why.
Single moms with kids from a variety of dads, same thing. Unemployed young men, same thing. In this world, a young strong man can find a job if they want one, I think, even if it's in the fields. When I see young men without jobs, I automatically think they're addicts, pushers, lazy asses, or criminals. Maybe that's old school thinking, too, but that's what I think.
A man living with a woman who has kids with him, but yet the guy isn't working: loser written all over that situation.
Loser men also try to attach to women with kids because they know they likely get HUD, welfare and food stamsp and might have low self esteem, so might easily be talked into things. Such situations explode routinely with eviction or jail time and pets and kids are caught in the middle unnoticed. They suffer. These all become red flag behaviors.
Houses crammed in junk and piles of dirty laundry and unwashed dishes, with TV running and computer on: that's a no too. That's lazy people who live there.
I'm not that picky with homes, and I'm not perfect either, in finding responsible homes for these precious lives. It is hard to find good homes. People without much often make better adoptors than those who have lots, too. There aren't set rules to go by. It's just hard is all, and I don't like it, because there are so many scammers and liars, too, mixed in with the very good wonderful people who want to adopt. Sorting them out for me is just awful, because of these precious lives at stake.
I hate handing out lives to strangers. I hate it.
The missing cat is Sashi as I suspected. The woman says her husband claims to have seen a feral cat stalking her, and there was a fight and Sashi ran off, but I guess it was way down in some brush or something, and it very well could have been a predator.
Feral cats don't stalk and eat other cats. Unfixed feral males, just like unfixed tame males, can be territorial and fight for that reason, but not to kill and eat another cat. A cat fight can be fatal, but is most likely fatal ten days or so down the road, after bite wounds absess, not immediately. An injured cat would return to its owners unless mortally wounded. But a young spayed female would not stand and fight any cat. She would have no reason to, unless cornered and unable to escape.
Was it a juvenile bobcat the husband allegedly saw, and not a domestic cat at all? They are oft mistaken.
I can't get a reply from her as to whether the "other cat" she referred to in the e-mail, that allegedly ran off the cat fighting with Sashi, is the other kitten they adopted from me because that kitten was even smaller than Sashi. Or if that kitten too is gone. A fixed young female like Sashi would pose absolutely no threat to another cat, unfixed or not, is what doesn't make any sense.
I e-mailed her and told her to call me, that I'm a very good tracker. I am. No call and no more e-mails. It makes me want to curl up inside, to be told something horrible like this, and not be able to do something about it, to track her down, or at least use sign, left behind, and there is always sign, to find out what happened. Predators aren't murderers who cover their tracks to remain undetected. They're animals hunting to eat. The story is there waiting to be read.
Things like this get to me lately. I don't sleep well anymore. I've had no recreation since moving to Albany. I don't see anybody. This life is killing me. I need to have some fun, but I have no one to have some fun with. I want to go camping, hiking, swimming, but the summer is now gone. I don't have a life at all, just aodpting out these unwanteds to people who treat them like disposable diapers without any value. There is no reason to continue.
Because even their backbones protruded, my guess is it had gone on at the foster lady's house for some time and she didn't notice. They all recovered once back here merely with sub cu fluid therapy and probiotics, no antibiotics needed. They recovered in one day, in fact. Except for Linus, whom I found dead with Micro cuddling next to his lifeless body, when I got home after running some errands. He died so quickly and so suddenly that first day they were back.
I'll never forget how Linus cuddled next to Micro, when they first came here. Micro was so sick and had trouble getting over the original diarrhea that plagued them. I did not think she would live. Linus would not play with his brother and sisters. Instead he lay worriedly next to his little sister. And when he died, it was her I found next to him. I just want to cry thinking about it. I wish...well, there's no sense to beating myself up over what can't be changed now.
So the three girls survived. Micro and Lucy went to a family in Albany. Bear, went with the older returned male from Jefferson, Yoyo, to the apartment of a disabled woman in Lebanon. Pippi went to an OSU student, who, with his fiancee, had adopted Peko, one of the Kelly road starving teens, last spring. I was really really happy to have one of the kittens at least go this wonderful young couple. I wish they could have taken all of them. I think the world of that young man and his fiancee, even though I've not met her.
Jade is still here. I was going to return her, then realized I just couldn't return this beloved young female to die young and be unnoticed there. Cars speed along Conser, killing anything in their path, including cats from this very house, routinely. Their bodies lay in the road until flattened into nothing. Nobody bothers to move them. I couldn't take this wonderful fun loving kitty, vibrant and full of life, wanting to be noticed and petted and loved, and to behave silly, and be laughed at for it, like a kid doing something and wanting parents to be sure to see it.
Her eyes are too alive to kill her hope and funny ways and dreams by taking her back there. She thinks people are wonderful now, that they love her, that she's valued. She doesn't have any choice in things. Like kids don't. I'm going to do the best I can for her. It's a responsibility. I won't take it lightly. But I'm not killing everything she's come to believe in by dumping her back there. No way.
Mowgli's leaving in a couple hours. It's a nice gay couple. I love adopting to gay couples. I know it's stereotypic thinking. They're more loving to animals, more attentive, less likely to dump a cat or abuse them, more empathetic, more likely to take them in for vet care. Gay couples are the gold star of adoptions, along with single middle aged employed women, stable middle aged and older couples, and disabled people who are not on drugs or alcohol.
I do not like adopting to someone who says "Me and my boyfriend want a cat". To me, when someone is living with a guy, and has only done so for under a year, that says to me that they can't commmit to anything. Is this just old school thinking? If people are living together and have no plans to get married or commit in another way to lifelong love, they're just sex partners, in my opinion.
Sex partner relationships often explode when one party has sex with someone else and the other half of the couple gets jealous. Seems strange in a way, since the relationship is just for convenient sex anyhow basically, to not understand that. If you want a lifelong relationship, then build one. Sex is sex, an animal act. Love is something different entirely, even though it involves sex, in my opinion. Anyhow, sex partner relationships are out, in general, when I am looking for stable homes. I don't see them as stable usually, is the reason why.
Single moms with kids from a variety of dads, same thing. Unemployed young men, same thing. In this world, a young strong man can find a job if they want one, I think, even if it's in the fields. When I see young men without jobs, I automatically think they're addicts, pushers, lazy asses, or criminals. Maybe that's old school thinking, too, but that's what I think.
A man living with a woman who has kids with him, but yet the guy isn't working: loser written all over that situation.
Loser men also try to attach to women with kids because they know they likely get HUD, welfare and food stamsp and might have low self esteem, so might easily be talked into things. Such situations explode routinely with eviction or jail time and pets and kids are caught in the middle unnoticed. They suffer. These all become red flag behaviors.
Houses crammed in junk and piles of dirty laundry and unwashed dishes, with TV running and computer on: that's a no too. That's lazy people who live there.
I'm not that picky with homes, and I'm not perfect either, in finding responsible homes for these precious lives. It is hard to find good homes. People without much often make better adoptors than those who have lots, too. There aren't set rules to go by. It's just hard is all, and I don't like it, because there are so many scammers and liars, too, mixed in with the very good wonderful people who want to adopt. Sorting them out for me is just awful, because of these precious lives at stake.
I hate handing out lives to strangers. I hate it.
The missing cat is Sashi as I suspected. The woman says her husband claims to have seen a feral cat stalking her, and there was a fight and Sashi ran off, but I guess it was way down in some brush or something, and it very well could have been a predator.
Feral cats don't stalk and eat other cats. Unfixed feral males, just like unfixed tame males, can be territorial and fight for that reason, but not to kill and eat another cat. A cat fight can be fatal, but is most likely fatal ten days or so down the road, after bite wounds absess, not immediately. An injured cat would return to its owners unless mortally wounded. But a young spayed female would not stand and fight any cat. She would have no reason to, unless cornered and unable to escape.
Was it a juvenile bobcat the husband allegedly saw, and not a domestic cat at all? They are oft mistaken.
I can't get a reply from her as to whether the "other cat" she referred to in the e-mail, that allegedly ran off the cat fighting with Sashi, is the other kitten they adopted from me because that kitten was even smaller than Sashi. Or if that kitten too is gone. A fixed young female like Sashi would pose absolutely no threat to another cat, unfixed or not, is what doesn't make any sense.
I e-mailed her and told her to call me, that I'm a very good tracker. I am. No call and no more e-mails. It makes me want to curl up inside, to be told something horrible like this, and not be able to do something about it, to track her down, or at least use sign, left behind, and there is always sign, to find out what happened. Predators aren't murderers who cover their tracks to remain undetected. They're animals hunting to eat. The story is there waiting to be read.
Things like this get to me lately. I don't sleep well anymore. I've had no recreation since moving to Albany. I don't see anybody. This life is killing me. I need to have some fun, but I have no one to have some fun with. I want to go camping, hiking, swimming, but the summer is now gone. I don't have a life at all, just aodpting out these unwanteds to people who treat them like disposable diapers without any value. There is no reason to continue.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Homeless Camp: The Kittens
There can be redemption. The homeless camp kittens are proof of the concept!
I took out four very friendly socialized gray and white kittens, originally, three boys and one girl. The girl, now named Clowie, got a great home with a Philomath woman, who later also took in one of two kittens living behind an Albany complex fed by a blind man. One boy, Louie, was adopted by an Albany family with Isis, a kitten abandoned on Lyons street. Hooch, a silver tabby and white male kitten, Bootleg, a black and white kitten, and Scamp, one of the gray and whites, went to a Jefferson cat lover. Fatso, a brown tabby on white male kitten, and the other gray and white boy went to a Eugene woman. Blackjack, the black tux kitten, went to a Keizer cat lover.
Ozzie, not pictured, with Clover, the damaged eye precocious calico, who is Ozzie's sister, went to PAWS in West Linn, after spending time with Poppa Inc.'s president.
Buddha and Honey are still here. Shithead, the only kitten they demanded be returned, died at the camps shortly after his return.
My job is not done. There are still two kittens out there, who could be saved, if I can only catch them in time.
I've returned 13 adults. There is, however, a black long hair female, already fixed, tame, out there, abandoned by the same folks who abandoned the brown tabby female. Some of these cats need out of there. Sure, I've taken the numbers down by half, but there are more who could get out and have a chance. There is one more big male, if still alive, not fixed, once owned there, abandoned by whomever brought him in, to catch and get fixed. Allegedly there is an orange male who roams in from a nearby street, unfixed, now and then, and a couple of black males, coming in occasionally from the same street. By and large, however, this colony is now fixed. I want those two last kittens, though.
Maggie, the last kitten I trapped, a brown tabby female, was taken in by a Wilsonville family who have named her Maggie.
Rest in Peace Shithead.
Honey, still here.
Two of the gray and whites.
Fatso, now in Eugene, and two of the gray and white kittens.
One male kitten and one female.
These two boys are now both living in Eugene.
Hooch, now in Jefferson.
The gray and white female kitten in her new home, now named Clowie, photo sent by her adoptor.
Clover, one unbelievable calico kitten, takes on the boys, in play.
Clover, with that damaged eye.
Buddha, who is still here, but now spoken for.
Buddha with Honey.
Blackjack, who now lives in Keizer.
Maggie, who is now in Wilsonville.
Bootleg, now in Jefferson with Hooch and Scamp.
Blackjack.
Bootleg.
And Buddha again.
I took out four very friendly socialized gray and white kittens, originally, three boys and one girl. The girl, now named Clowie, got a great home with a Philomath woman, who later also took in one of two kittens living behind an Albany complex fed by a blind man. One boy, Louie, was adopted by an Albany family with Isis, a kitten abandoned on Lyons street. Hooch, a silver tabby and white male kitten, Bootleg, a black and white kitten, and Scamp, one of the gray and whites, went to a Jefferson cat lover. Fatso, a brown tabby on white male kitten, and the other gray and white boy went to a Eugene woman. Blackjack, the black tux kitten, went to a Keizer cat lover.
Ozzie, not pictured, with Clover, the damaged eye precocious calico, who is Ozzie's sister, went to PAWS in West Linn, after spending time with Poppa Inc.'s president.
Buddha and Honey are still here. Shithead, the only kitten they demanded be returned, died at the camps shortly after his return.
My job is not done. There are still two kittens out there, who could be saved, if I can only catch them in time.
I've returned 13 adults. There is, however, a black long hair female, already fixed, tame, out there, abandoned by the same folks who abandoned the brown tabby female. Some of these cats need out of there. Sure, I've taken the numbers down by half, but there are more who could get out and have a chance. There is one more big male, if still alive, not fixed, once owned there, abandoned by whomever brought him in, to catch and get fixed. Allegedly there is an orange male who roams in from a nearby street, unfixed, now and then, and a couple of black males, coming in occasionally from the same street. By and large, however, this colony is now fixed. I want those two last kittens, though.
Maggie, the last kitten I trapped, a brown tabby female, was taken in by a Wilsonville family who have named her Maggie.
Rest in Peace Shithead.
Honey, still here.
Two of the gray and whites.
Fatso, now in Eugene, and two of the gray and white kittens.
One male kitten and one female.
These two boys are now both living in Eugene.
Hooch, now in Jefferson.
The gray and white female kitten in her new home, now named Clowie, photo sent by her adoptor.
Clover, one unbelievable calico kitten, takes on the boys, in play.
Clover, with that damaged eye.
Buddha, who is still here, but now spoken for.
Buddha with Honey.
Blackjack, who now lives in Keizer.
Maggie, who is now in Wilsonville.
Bootleg, now in Jefferson with Hooch and Scamp.
Blackjack.
Bootleg.
And Buddha again.
Homeless Camp Cats: The Adults
These are photos of the adult cats from the homeless camp in Corvallis, fixed so far. All but one were returned. I returned the one originally, but by my third visit, her owner had vanished from the camps, and her fate, along with her one surviving kitten, a spotted tabby male, now named Ozzie, who was very ill with a URI, was not looking good. She was taken by a Portlander there for the day to help me carry traps, since my knees were shot. It was a good thing, because her "owner" never returned to the camps. Keni also took in Clover, a tiny calico kitten, from same mother, whom the homeless had handed over to me ten days earlier. She had a partially ruptured eye.
This is Buddha's mom, and the one the homeless repeatedly tried to kill, because she kept having litters.
Female brown tabby.
Gray tux female.
Gray tux bobtail male.
Tame male they call Fatso, and the only one they would not allow me to eartip.
Tame female, claimed by one of the homeless as theirs.
Black male.
Brown tabby on white young female.
Black tux male.
Black tux female.
Another black tux female.
Another female.
This is the female now in Portland.
Big Brown tabby male.
This is Buddha's mom, and the one the homeless repeatedly tried to kill, because she kept having litters.
Female brown tabby.
Gray tux female.
Gray tux bobtail male.
Tame male they call Fatso, and the only one they would not allow me to eartip.
Tame female, claimed by one of the homeless as theirs.
Black male.
Brown tabby on white young female.
Black tux male.
Black tux female.
Another black tux female.
Another female.
This is the female now in Portland.
Big Brown tabby male.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Neighbors Getting to Me
The little kids were out most of the day screaming their heads off. They cannot exist seemingly without screaming. When they're not out screaming, the puppy is out there whining at the top of his lungs. I'm just about to go nuts. You can here the chaos clear inside the house.
I don't know what to do. The parents are home and obviously don't care what their little kids do or how the nonstop extreme noise affects anyone else.
What is up with that?
It's very frustrating. There's no way to appeal to parents when they let their kids behave that way, because they are right there letting it go on. The constant high pitched screaming is hard to take.
I love kids, but not little monster misbehaved out of control unparented kids. Kids who grow up like that are those who later inhabit the night streets and are constantly in and out of jail.
If they can't control them, it's not like they couldn't apply to be on Super Nanny or something. Think I'll send them an application for that show.
Part of me, when I hear those wild animal kids out back, wishes I could have screamed my head off as a child, destroyed things, and behaved any way I wanted, been free! But back when I grew up, neighbors would have just come and talked to my parents if I had behaved like that. Then I would have gotten a lecture and the crap beaten out of me, sent to my room without dinner for maybe a week. And maybe I would have been spanked by the neighbor I was disturbing, too. Those things happened back then. Not so much now.
I don't know what to do. The parents are home and obviously don't care what their little kids do or how the nonstop extreme noise affects anyone else.
What is up with that?
It's very frustrating. There's no way to appeal to parents when they let their kids behave that way, because they are right there letting it go on. The constant high pitched screaming is hard to take.
I love kids, but not little monster misbehaved out of control unparented kids. Kids who grow up like that are those who later inhabit the night streets and are constantly in and out of jail.
If they can't control them, it's not like they couldn't apply to be on Super Nanny or something. Think I'll send them an application for that show.
Part of me, when I hear those wild animal kids out back, wishes I could have screamed my head off as a child, destroyed things, and behaved any way I wanted, been free! But back when I grew up, neighbors would have just come and talked to my parents if I had behaved like that. Then I would have gotten a lecture and the crap beaten out of me, sent to my room without dinner for maybe a week. And maybe I would have been spanked by the neighbor I was disturbing, too. Those things happened back then. Not so much now.
India, Buddha, Mowgli Spoken For
Hopefully Mowgli's people will still come get him. They were so nice. They were coming back tomorrow night or Monday.
India and Buddha will be adopted by a woman who requested my help with cats when she was just leaving Columbus Greens Trailer Park. A neighbor man, in a wheelchair, was feeding about 16 kittens and a few adults. I ended up trapping I think 12 or 14 kittens and four adults, relocating all but two adults and all the kittens. This woman adopted two of the male kittens.
So India and Buddha will be well loved and well taken care of and have a great home, those two, and I'm happy.
Two other adoptors never showed but at least one man called to say they'd found a kitten elsewhere, so not to expect him, which was courteous. The other potential adoptor who had said she was coming today, a woman whom I talked to, just as she was leaving to come to town to see the kittens, never even called to say why she didn't come. I don't know what happened. I always hope nothing bad like a car wreck occurred. However, this sort of thing is extremely common when trying to find kittens homes. People call, say they're coming, and then don't, for whatever reason. It's just something that goes on and if you're going to try to find cats homes, you learn to put up with it.
I still have, as for kittens, Shaulin, Honey and Calamity, who need homes.
I want to catch the last two homeless camp kittens, before winter sets in, if I can, or they will be dead. I saw one of them scampering off just as I was leaving this last time I went in, and trapped two more adults then the little brown tabby female kitten, now in Wilsonville and named Maggie.
After Buddha leaves, Honey will be the last homeless camp kitten here, of 14 I took in. I'm so happy they got homes and did not have to suffer anymore, hungry and cold as winter comes. Just two more kittens to go there in the camps. Yes, there are a couple of big males I've not run into yet who need fixed, too, but other than those big males, just two little kittens left to catch. They're hanging out with Buddha's mother, I was told. Then I saw her with them. I trapped Buddha's mom, using Buddha, whom I'd just caught, as bait. He was almost as big as her. But when I saw her this last time I was in the camps to trap, boy she looked so much better, now that she is fixed and I rid her of her worms.
I'm having phone troubles. I have the two hand helds, but they don't seem to charge anymore and will suddenly go dead. Do I need to replace their battery packs, or?????? It is inconvenient to be talking away and boom-----dead zone. Then the phone remains dead for a few hours until its' sat on the charger, but it still no longer seems to hold a charge long at all. Who has experience with these things? There is no beeping or anything that precedes the sudden death of connection or any life to the phone. I thought it was supposed to start beeping if the battery is low.
India and Buddha will be adopted by a woman who requested my help with cats when she was just leaving Columbus Greens Trailer Park. A neighbor man, in a wheelchair, was feeding about 16 kittens and a few adults. I ended up trapping I think 12 or 14 kittens and four adults, relocating all but two adults and all the kittens. This woman adopted two of the male kittens.
So India and Buddha will be well loved and well taken care of and have a great home, those two, and I'm happy.
Two other adoptors never showed but at least one man called to say they'd found a kitten elsewhere, so not to expect him, which was courteous. The other potential adoptor who had said she was coming today, a woman whom I talked to, just as she was leaving to come to town to see the kittens, never even called to say why she didn't come. I don't know what happened. I always hope nothing bad like a car wreck occurred. However, this sort of thing is extremely common when trying to find kittens homes. People call, say they're coming, and then don't, for whatever reason. It's just something that goes on and if you're going to try to find cats homes, you learn to put up with it.
I still have, as for kittens, Shaulin, Honey and Calamity, who need homes.
I want to catch the last two homeless camp kittens, before winter sets in, if I can, or they will be dead. I saw one of them scampering off just as I was leaving this last time I went in, and trapped two more adults then the little brown tabby female kitten, now in Wilsonville and named Maggie.
After Buddha leaves, Honey will be the last homeless camp kitten here, of 14 I took in. I'm so happy they got homes and did not have to suffer anymore, hungry and cold as winter comes. Just two more kittens to go there in the camps. Yes, there are a couple of big males I've not run into yet who need fixed, too, but other than those big males, just two little kittens left to catch. They're hanging out with Buddha's mother, I was told. Then I saw her with them. I trapped Buddha's mom, using Buddha, whom I'd just caught, as bait. He was almost as big as her. But when I saw her this last time I was in the camps to trap, boy she looked so much better, now that she is fixed and I rid her of her worms.
I'm having phone troubles. I have the two hand helds, but they don't seem to charge anymore and will suddenly go dead. Do I need to replace their battery packs, or?????? It is inconvenient to be talking away and boom-----dead zone. Then the phone remains dead for a few hours until its' sat on the charger, but it still no longer seems to hold a charge long at all. Who has experience with these things? There is no beeping or anything that precedes the sudden death of connection or any life to the phone. I thought it was supposed to start beeping if the battery is low.
Photos
Buddha from the Corvallis homeless camp lounges in luxery, well, comparatively speaking. He is still waiting for a home.
Sam and Mops, Doc's brother, lounge also. I haven't heard how Doc is doing and I can't bear to e-mail the woman and ask. He was doing just fine three weeks after he was adopted and I don't want to hear anymore, in case there is bad news. I just am not very capable of hearing bad news about a cat I adopted to someone. We all miss Doc very much still.
Gretal, one of the HIghway 34 kittens, now an adult. She and her brother were walking shoulder to shoulder along HIghway 34, near SafeHaven, but across the highway, during an extreme windstorm. They had apparently been dumped outside Safehaven by a woman angry Safehaven could not take them in. I spent three nights along the highway in that howling storm after those starving kittens. At one point, Hansel, Gretal's brother, lay atop her, to protect her from the freezing wind.
Feather, from the rest area. She is a huge kitty!
Friday, September 04, 2009
Good Reasons to Go Vegee
Click post title to go to reaction to a video filmed by the Humane Society of chicks being tossed into a grinder at a factory egg farm. The article further describes why hogs must be castrated and their tails cut off, to avoid a horrible urine taint to the meat caused by male hormones and to prevent, in tightly packed hog pens, hogs from chewing at each other's tails and bleeding to death. These procedures are performed without anesthesia.
There is not much humane in big meat animal raising operations. In fact, the process is inhumane start to finish, disgusting, barbaric, heathenistic and is nothing at all like the old days, when families routinely each raised a few farm animals, allowing them healthy free ranging lifestyles, before the day they were quickly humanely killed and butchered.
This process has become streamlined for profit and production. The animals are packed tightly and treated unalive, often injected with horrible things to make them grow faster or to offset their unhealthy diets of things that particular animal does not naturally eat.
Raise your own farm animals. Hunt. Or, go vegee.
There is not much humane in big meat animal raising operations. In fact, the process is inhumane start to finish, disgusting, barbaric, heathenistic and is nothing at all like the old days, when families routinely each raised a few farm animals, allowing them healthy free ranging lifestyles, before the day they were quickly humanely killed and butchered.
This process has become streamlined for profit and production. The animals are packed tightly and treated unalive, often injected with horrible things to make them grow faster or to offset their unhealthy diets of things that particular animal does not naturally eat.
Raise your own farm animals. Hunt. Or, go vegee.
Cats Fixed Yesterday and Cat Tree Redo
Pippi is leaving me soon for a home. She still tries to nurse sometimes on Jade, her mom. Jade won't have it, but will groom her sometimes still.
Photos of the four cats fixed yesterday, the three Albany teen girls and Lebanon male. Plus, my one cat tree has fallen apart, carpet long shredded while the middle platform broke. Yesterday, I took the shredded carpet off the main stud and removed the broken board. I glued a ripped shard of wood back to the four by four, using zip ties as clamps until the glue dried. This morning I cut a new board to fit the main vertical post and used hardware to attach it. Now, I just need to find some carpet scraps to recover it and that project will be done.
I found some some cheap wood stain on sale at Walmart. My fence is rotting. I don't know why unless those boards used to build the fence were a whole lot older than I thought. The fence was built last summer and the boards are cedar and should not have rotted in one year. I began staining the fence yesterday, to give it some protection at least.
This teen female, from Albany, fixed yesterday, has a broken tail.
Two of the three teen girls from Albany fixed yesterday.
Lebanon male, fixed yesterday.
Photos of the four cats fixed yesterday, the three Albany teen girls and Lebanon male. Plus, my one cat tree has fallen apart, carpet long shredded while the middle platform broke. Yesterday, I took the shredded carpet off the main stud and removed the broken board. I glued a ripped shard of wood back to the four by four, using zip ties as clamps until the glue dried. This morning I cut a new board to fit the main vertical post and used hardware to attach it. Now, I just need to find some carpet scraps to recover it and that project will be done.
I found some some cheap wood stain on sale at Walmart. My fence is rotting. I don't know why unless those boards used to build the fence were a whole lot older than I thought. The fence was built last summer and the boards are cedar and should not have rotted in one year. I began staining the fence yesterday, to give it some protection at least.
This teen female, from Albany, fixed yesterday, has a broken tail.
Two of the three teen girls from Albany fixed yesterday.
Lebanon male, fixed yesterday.
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