I would think that poor dog would go hoarse. His lonely constant barking echoes the sorrow in his soul. I don't want to call the cops. I did once. They were supposed to give the "owners" a warning. I could have signed a complaint, but I thought a warning would give them a heads up and maybe they'd change. Fat chance.
The poor dog. If I complain, it's the dog who will take the brunt, not the people and they are the ones who should. They got a dog, two I think, and then they promptly ignored both, sticking them out back to literally rot away. And to bark.
I feel for that lonely dog. Bark. Bark. Bark.
The dog is doomed unless they wake up and give him attention, exercise, love and training. They won't. Their kids are out of control too. I listened them scream and holler and tear things apart and curse all summer. Now it's the lonely dog.
They've as good as killed that dog.
They should face punishment for their callousness. Lives aren't fast food or fads or plastic toys. They are lives, with hopes and loves and dislikes and wanna go for a walk tail wags and why in the world don't this people wake up and take decent care of that life out there, barking its head off and wasting away?
On another note, someone asked me if I was going to read the Sarah Palin book when it comes out. I said "Nope." The woman asked "Why not?" I replied, "I don't have that kind of time. And besides, she's just too Pro Death for me."
It just popped out, those words, to describe her "Pro Death".
When I think of her, I think of her with a bloody moose, or with a turkey being slaughtered behind her and her laughing about it.....those sorts of images, along with guns. Lots of guns.
I can't think of Palin without thinking of guns, war, blood, death. I am not sure why. But, because of what I associate her with, that's why those words popped out of my mind to describe her "Pro Death".
She's just too damn Pro Death for me.
Also, political books seem like ego inflamed soap operas. Sure, maybe I could get through one if I'm recovering from surgery and bed bound without anything else to read.
I think of politics as a country unto itself and that includes the politic worshipping media, who follow them, try to explain what they say, over and over again, choose the sound bites, to highlight the best of their fav politicos or the worst of those they hate. One big soap opera.
We little people out here running everything, in reality, tolerate Politicoa, the country, and we dutifully send it aid. We support them. We have to because we have good hearts and don't want to see them starve. One day, maybe we'll cut off all aid shipments to Politicoa, the country, and let it wither away, when it has become too much of an emotional and financial drain. Soap operas are ok until the plots start to repeat for lack of new material.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Seven Girls, Six Boys Fixed Today
Well, it was a good day for Albany cats. I took in 13. 10 of them were from just one location in Albany.
Two others were from one apartment, a male and a female, both tabby on whites. The female has four kittens that aren't very much noticed, unfortunately. Two of them are weight grade for spay/neuter at least. One isn't. The fourth I couldn't find and the woman wasn't much help looking. I'm hoping she has the other one contained in the morning, so I can weigh the kitten, and see if it can go up with the other two.
The 13th cat was one someone took in from a woman who was moving and couldn't take her along. This woman with the unfixed female was the person who adopted two Jefferson cats from me, Yoyo's mother and sister, awhile back. She got a boyfriend, she said, and they moved. The boyfriend lied and said the new landlord wouldn't allow cats when in fact he hated cats and the landlord does allow them. So, she gave the two Jefferson cats to her brother and his family and says they are doing well and she goes to see them often. She would have gone and got them back, she said, but her neice and nephew love them too much now, and she couldn't do that to the kids or the cats. I do believe her.
She dumped the boyfriend who turned out to be a control freak. Big surprise there.
Now she lives in a nice house in Albany and took in a female someone couldn't take with her, when she also moved. The cat is all black and very sweet. So that cat was fixed today.
13 cats fixed. All three kittens were boys and even the littlest kitten was fixed. They will all go back sometime tomorrow.
The abbytabby and the brown tabby tux were both girls. The little Lynx Point Siamese and the black tux, those were the other two boys in the bunch. So there were a lot of girls. The black long hair was a girl, and of course the calico and torti were girls. So, of the ten from the one place, half were girls, half were boys. Two of the cats were pregnant, the brown tabby tux and the calico, but they were barely pregnant.
Two others were from one apartment, a male and a female, both tabby on whites. The female has four kittens that aren't very much noticed, unfortunately. Two of them are weight grade for spay/neuter at least. One isn't. The fourth I couldn't find and the woman wasn't much help looking. I'm hoping she has the other one contained in the morning, so I can weigh the kitten, and see if it can go up with the other two.
The 13th cat was one someone took in from a woman who was moving and couldn't take her along. This woman with the unfixed female was the person who adopted two Jefferson cats from me, Yoyo's mother and sister, awhile back. She got a boyfriend, she said, and they moved. The boyfriend lied and said the new landlord wouldn't allow cats when in fact he hated cats and the landlord does allow them. So, she gave the two Jefferson cats to her brother and his family and says they are doing well and she goes to see them often. She would have gone and got them back, she said, but her neice and nephew love them too much now, and she couldn't do that to the kids or the cats. I do believe her.
She dumped the boyfriend who turned out to be a control freak. Big surprise there.
Now she lives in a nice house in Albany and took in a female someone couldn't take with her, when she also moved. The cat is all black and very sweet. So that cat was fixed today.
13 cats fixed. All three kittens were boys and even the littlest kitten was fixed. They will all go back sometime tomorrow.
The abbytabby and the brown tabby tux were both girls. The little Lynx Point Siamese and the black tux, those were the other two boys in the bunch. So there were a lot of girls. The black long hair was a girl, and of course the calico and torti were girls. So, of the ten from the one place, half were girls, half were boys. Two of the cats were pregnant, the brown tabby tux and the calico, but they were barely pregnant.
The Littlest Kitten. Will They Do Him?
The littlest kitten I trapped last night, of three, is under two pounds, but not by very much. I don't know if they will do him or not. I pleaded with them to neuter him, since it is difficult to trap a solitary cat again, in a colony.
All three kittens might be boys, which is consistent with a starvation colony. I call it a starvation colony because the cats are all starved. Simple enough. Whether they are starved because they don't get enough food or because they are severely worm infested can be harder to tell. But in this case, both factors are in play.
The kittens are wild, two of them anyway, and the only food is fed on a porch in the morning, when there is human activity. Therefore the wilder kittens and cats get almost nothing. When there is very little food to be had, the kittens fare worse and girl kittens fare much worse.
Why? Because little girls are the same in every species it seems. They worry about others more than themselves while the boys care most about their own needs. If food is scarce, they push out anyone they can to eat, including the worried about their brothers little girls.
The girl kittens are far more complicated creatures. They have to be paranoid and alert. Their lives will be spent in complicated difficult undertakings: caring for kittens. This takes nurture, skill at hunting and multi tasking, and paranoia, to watch out for all sorts of dangers, while pregnant and when raising the kittens. The boys will engage in sex and fighting for dominance.
But, the internal programs that run a girl kittens brain sometimes prove lethal, as in attentiveness to the needs of others. Later, this would help her raise kittens. But when young, this trait can lead to her getting less food, when food is scarce.
I tell the males in the car, when taking them to be neutered, that their real life begins now. I like to see it as freeing them from a life ruled by hormones, pursuit of sex and fighting rivals. They become far more interesting and interested in far more afterwards, in my opinion. When male kittens are neutered, they go on to lead carefree lives, unengaged in the warfare and mating of the big toms. It's beautiful. What if we humans could live so care free simply by disengaging our hormonal drives for sex and aggression?
The girls I don't have to explain anything to. I swear some run into my traps, wanting free of the responsibilities that come with hormonally active lives. Spay me! Some have had ten or more litters already. Maybe this is just my view from the outside. Some females, all they have in life is to look forward to caring for kittens.
Before someone complains I am engaging in anthropomorphism, I will say, I reject the idea of that word. Ascribing human emotions to animals is normal. It isn't a sin. It would be if humans were not animals. But we are. I believe animals share many of the same traits, including emotions. I reject the notion that anthropomorphism is a viable concept.
I have seen awful things out there. I have watched a teen female, surrounded by ten or twelve toms, trying to get away. I have seen a pregnant teen wade into a deep mud puddle to try to escape five or six scroungy big toms, who want to rape her. The female cats have no choice, and once pregnant, a stray or feral female is in big trouble, out there, on her own, often abandoned pregnant, like it's some sin and fault of her own.
I've heard caregivers call female cats whores and sluts and it is hard not to punch such asshole humans in the face, and grab the little girl and run.
The littlest kitten was heavily flea infested, but that will be remedied also today. I flea treat all the cats I take in. I have to at this clinic, or they'll charge me and do it themselves. They want fleas and flea eggs all over their clinic.
So it costs me, every cat I take in, crawling in fleas and most are. The most basic cat care treatments, even for the tame cats, are usually not done, by the people I run into with unfixed cats. It's kind of sad.
Fleas promote tapeworms, when a cat swallows an infected flea. Most house cats and kittens I take in have also never been round wormed. Their ears might be impacted with ear mite debris. What is wrong with people? They don't notice?
So I hand out my "Four Most Common Cat Parasites" sheet. The sheet includes descriptions of tape and roundworms, fleas and ear mites and how to treat them including a spiel on the importance of getting a cat vaccinated and check ups with a vet who can get them on a vaccination schedule and check for signs of these parasites.
I hope they neuter the littlest kitten today. Then I'm done with that colony.
All three kittens might be boys, which is consistent with a starvation colony. I call it a starvation colony because the cats are all starved. Simple enough. Whether they are starved because they don't get enough food or because they are severely worm infested can be harder to tell. But in this case, both factors are in play.
The kittens are wild, two of them anyway, and the only food is fed on a porch in the morning, when there is human activity. Therefore the wilder kittens and cats get almost nothing. When there is very little food to be had, the kittens fare worse and girl kittens fare much worse.
Why? Because little girls are the same in every species it seems. They worry about others more than themselves while the boys care most about their own needs. If food is scarce, they push out anyone they can to eat, including the worried about their brothers little girls.
The girl kittens are far more complicated creatures. They have to be paranoid and alert. Their lives will be spent in complicated difficult undertakings: caring for kittens. This takes nurture, skill at hunting and multi tasking, and paranoia, to watch out for all sorts of dangers, while pregnant and when raising the kittens. The boys will engage in sex and fighting for dominance.
But, the internal programs that run a girl kittens brain sometimes prove lethal, as in attentiveness to the needs of others. Later, this would help her raise kittens. But when young, this trait can lead to her getting less food, when food is scarce.
I tell the males in the car, when taking them to be neutered, that their real life begins now. I like to see it as freeing them from a life ruled by hormones, pursuit of sex and fighting rivals. They become far more interesting and interested in far more afterwards, in my opinion. When male kittens are neutered, they go on to lead carefree lives, unengaged in the warfare and mating of the big toms. It's beautiful. What if we humans could live so care free simply by disengaging our hormonal drives for sex and aggression?
The girls I don't have to explain anything to. I swear some run into my traps, wanting free of the responsibilities that come with hormonally active lives. Spay me! Some have had ten or more litters already. Maybe this is just my view from the outside. Some females, all they have in life is to look forward to caring for kittens.
Before someone complains I am engaging in anthropomorphism, I will say, I reject the idea of that word. Ascribing human emotions to animals is normal. It isn't a sin. It would be if humans were not animals. But we are. I believe animals share many of the same traits, including emotions. I reject the notion that anthropomorphism is a viable concept.
I have seen awful things out there. I have watched a teen female, surrounded by ten or twelve toms, trying to get away. I have seen a pregnant teen wade into a deep mud puddle to try to escape five or six scroungy big toms, who want to rape her. The female cats have no choice, and once pregnant, a stray or feral female is in big trouble, out there, on her own, often abandoned pregnant, like it's some sin and fault of her own.
I've heard caregivers call female cats whores and sluts and it is hard not to punch such asshole humans in the face, and grab the little girl and run.
The littlest kitten was heavily flea infested, but that will be remedied also today. I flea treat all the cats I take in. I have to at this clinic, or they'll charge me and do it themselves. They want fleas and flea eggs all over their clinic.
So it costs me, every cat I take in, crawling in fleas and most are. The most basic cat care treatments, even for the tame cats, are usually not done, by the people I run into with unfixed cats. It's kind of sad.
Fleas promote tapeworms, when a cat swallows an infected flea. Most house cats and kittens I take in have also never been round wormed. Their ears might be impacted with ear mite debris. What is wrong with people? They don't notice?
So I hand out my "Four Most Common Cat Parasites" sheet. The sheet includes descriptions of tape and roundworms, fleas and ear mites and how to treat them including a spiel on the importance of getting a cat vaccinated and check ups with a vet who can get them on a vaccination schedule and check for signs of these parasites.
I hope they neuter the littlest kitten today. Then I'm done with that colony.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Ten Cats Trapped
Abbytabby, to be fixed tomorrow.
Two of the kittens I caught tonight who will be fixed tomorrow.
The two boys again.
Lynx Point Siamese, to be fixed tomorrow.
The little girl kitten, one of three caught tonight.
A fire torti, the last cat I caught there, filling every trap I had.
Black tux, to be fixed tomorrow also.
The Calico. They call her Spotty.
DLH black, unknown sex.
The long hair black again.
The brown tabby tux short hair, unknown sex.
The calico Spotty again. Poppa Inc. had received a call for assistance from an Albany woman who claimed to have found four tiny kittens who had been dumped off. The number was forwarded to me. I called her up and talked to her at length about the kittens, whom she has now decided to keep. Turns out, she feeds strays, none of them fixed. I offered to get them fixed.
I have reservations tomorrow. I already had three Albany adults lined up. One of the adults has kittens who may be of weight grade to fix, too. I intended, if they are up to weight, to take them along. I still might, despite some rather increased numbers. This is because I trapped ten cats and kittens, in short order, under an hour, at the Four Dumped Kittens Colony.
I had intended to take a Lebanon male along, but now will hold off on him, as he can be contained at any time.
So, I trapped seven adults and three kittens out there. They are in my car, already wormed, and they are ready to go get fixed. They think I caught them all but since they feed in the morning, when they put food out tomorrow, they'll see if anybody shows up. If there are any other cats, I will trap them tomorrow night, before releasing these again, the next day.
I caught: one brown tabby tux; one abbytabby, one fire torbi, one calico, one long hair black, one long hair black tux and one Lilac Point Siamese, who sure doesn't seem to fit in with the rest, in coloration that is. I also caught the three kittens: two gray and whites and one orange tabby.
The four kittens she found look related to the rest, to me. They are two orange tabbies, an orange and white male, and a tabby on white female.
They said an orange tom roams through every now and then. He's not a regular, but if he roams through tomorrow and is caught for fixing they think the world would be a better place.
So that is ten cats right there, plus the three tame owned Albany cats, and maybe the one's kittens. My vet is going to kill me. But I bet they'll do them all after they kill me, because they're good and believe in what we are doing. And they like a challenge like me. Yay for that.
My Tracfone Family
I got my tracfone activated. Finally. It took me hours on the phone, in multiple calls over weeks, to get it straightened out. Then they sent a new SIM card and it worked, but I still couldn't get the minutes I'd bought added. More calls. Today, the final call, and I got free minutes added, for my trouble.
The customer service folks have been very nice and they know me I think when they answer. They've worked to solve the issue eagerly and been frustrated with me when it didn't work out. I like my tracfone customer service new family. I hope to send them Christmas cards. Maybe they'll come visit, too. I'd like that.
The customer service folks have been very nice and they know me I think when they answer. They've worked to solve the issue eagerly and been frustrated with me when it didn't work out. I like my tracfone customer service new family. I hope to send them Christmas cards. Maybe they'll come visit, too. I'd like that.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Tutu, a.k.a. Dirt Eater, Gets a Home
Tutu, as she is now named, went to a home in Corvallis today. Good luck little starving girl. They loved her.
I do not have appointments this week. If I take in cats, and it looks like I have some to take in, I will go to the kitten fixing clinic with them. My bad. I forgot to make appointments.
Someone called me from Albany. They have an adult male and an adult female, plus four seven week old kittens. They wanted me to take the kittens. I said I couldn't.
But her adults will be fixed on Tuesday, along with another adult female from Albany, maybe two, since I offered to get a gray female dumped at the Chevron on Queen, fixed for the woman who ended up fostering her.
The Albany complex where the four kittens SafeHaven took in, came from, is trapping again, too, and the old woman in Lebanon is going to try for the one cat still not fixed in her colony.
The old woman is happy Dirt EAter got a home. Tutu's new owners said they will feed her the best food money can buy to build her up. She is severely underweight for her age. I was happy to hear that.
Tutu's desperation was readily apparent when I trapped her. When I went out to move a trap, the paper had blown up, from wind, to cover the open front. I was startled when I reached to fix the paper, when a cat bolted out through my arms. I had asked the old woman if she knew there is a very very hungry little black and white cat out there. "Oh, that cat showed up a week ago, but is too scared of the other cats to come out of the bushes." I had moved the trap and fixed the paper so the wind would not ruffle it, and turned to talk to the old woman. I was interupted by the snap of the trap. She was in it again.
She was still trying to eat after all the bait was gone. I had tossed some clumps of dirt onto the paper, to keep it from blowing. Tutu then tried to gulp those dirt clods. Bits of bait had fallen in with the dirt. She then realized she was trapped and nervously tried to make up to her captors, arching her back, mewing softly. Broke my heart.
I took her out of the trap and she clung to me, drooling and purring, wrapping her front legs and paws around my neck, rubbing her cheek against mine. She would not let go. The old woman's face warped in concern. "Oh my, what a starved little girl," she said, reaching up a hand to feel her backbone.
Kittens, like kids, should never be put through such horror.
Tutu is safe now. She'll have someone to cling to and a full bowl of food.
Friday, October 02, 2009
The Ungrateful. Trailer Park Kittens on Fire
I heard about the old woman who died in a fire at her trailer in a Portland area trailer park. She had no electricity and was using tea candles for light.
But I didn't know the rest of the story. Keni, Poppa's President, is currently sick, from doing too much. And one of the things she was doing, trying to solve, is to save the cats that old woman had in her trailer when it burned. It's horrible to know what really happened. The old woman pretty much died becaused she didn't fix her cats. Kittens ran through the burning candles, when she fell asleep, setting themselves on fire, spreading the fire as they ran, burning alive, in panic. Teens, when she was in the hospital before the trailer burned, whom she left money to feed the cats, just stole her things.
Makes you just wonder if there are many people out there left who care about anything. There are too few people trying to help the animals in real ways, and that means by getting them fixed. Keni is one of them and she pays a price in exhaustion. It's like one person trying to stick a finger into the hole in the massive dam. I would hope more people would see the light, get off their duffs, quit donating to useless far away animal groups and go save some lives.
In Keni's words, about stumbling on the burned trailer situation:
"I also stopped by the trailer park here where the woman was killed in the fire last Saturday... she had from 13-20 cats according to the neighbors... some kittens too. Apparently the firemen told the neighbor it was kittens playing that caused the fire because the woman had used tea candles for light--she had no electricity, and they ran through the flames, catching themselves on fire and carrying it throughout the trailer in their panic. The neighbor has only seen one kitten since the fire and immediately claimed it as his own and took it into his unit where he's been feeding it KMR. He calls him Smokey.
Anyway, they had called Joanne about getting the cats placed weeks prior to the fire when the cat lady woman was in the hospital for something and they were feeding her cats since the teenagers she had hired to do it weren't, they were just coming over and stealing her things while she was gone. The neighbor was almost out of cat food, even though he had only been feeding the cats every other day, so I went and bought him a new bag, plus some canned stuff in gravy to use to wean the little kitten. When I handed over the food, I gave him my telephone number and told him I wanted the cats fed every day and he could call me when he needed more. I also asked him to feed at the same time every day and watch for the cats so he could make a note of how many there are and what they look like. I intend to start trapping them up just as soon as either Joanne of I find a place for them to go."
The woman who found the injured young male cat in Albany took him to be neutered and the ear looked at. I had authorized all I had left on the gift card for care of that ear. It was a polyp badly absessed underneath and cost more than what I had, but not much more. The woman left a message with me during the day wanting more money from me for him, citing the extra $20 cost beyond what I had. I did not return the call.
The woman was informed of this extra cost beyond what I could pay on the cat. She was told the polyp could grow back.
Later on, after closing, the phone calls to the clinic began. They could not make out who was calling to tell them they worked for a vet rating company and were giving them the lowest rating. There were many many calls. They called me wondering if I had received strange calls. I told them it was likely that woman. It did turn out to be her. She called me after that and said she had left messages at the clinic.
She also complained to me in the call that she had to borrow the extra $20. When she began then ranting against the clinic that cared for this cat, at almost no cost to her, I stopped her. I told her I wouldn't listen to such things, that they had always been good to me and love animals.
I don't know what went on at the clinic, between her and staff. I wasn't there. But here is the end result and the end result, not personal tiffs, is what is important: the cat got neutered and his polyp removed and absess cleaned out. He got pain meds and antibiotics to go home with him and she had to pay almost nothing, while others paid most of the cost. I told her, if I were her, I'd be very very happy it turned out so well.
The cat is back living in a cage in the back of her truck. Oh boy.
But I didn't know the rest of the story. Keni, Poppa's President, is currently sick, from doing too much. And one of the things she was doing, trying to solve, is to save the cats that old woman had in her trailer when it burned. It's horrible to know what really happened. The old woman pretty much died becaused she didn't fix her cats. Kittens ran through the burning candles, when she fell asleep, setting themselves on fire, spreading the fire as they ran, burning alive, in panic. Teens, when she was in the hospital before the trailer burned, whom she left money to feed the cats, just stole her things.
Makes you just wonder if there are many people out there left who care about anything. There are too few people trying to help the animals in real ways, and that means by getting them fixed. Keni is one of them and she pays a price in exhaustion. It's like one person trying to stick a finger into the hole in the massive dam. I would hope more people would see the light, get off their duffs, quit donating to useless far away animal groups and go save some lives.
In Keni's words, about stumbling on the burned trailer situation:
"I also stopped by the trailer park here where the woman was killed in the fire last Saturday... she had from 13-20 cats according to the neighbors... some kittens too. Apparently the firemen told the neighbor it was kittens playing that caused the fire because the woman had used tea candles for light--she had no electricity, and they ran through the flames, catching themselves on fire and carrying it throughout the trailer in their panic. The neighbor has only seen one kitten since the fire and immediately claimed it as his own and took it into his unit where he's been feeding it KMR. He calls him Smokey.
Anyway, they had called Joanne about getting the cats placed weeks prior to the fire when the cat lady woman was in the hospital for something and they were feeding her cats since the teenagers she had hired to do it weren't, they were just coming over and stealing her things while she was gone. The neighbor was almost out of cat food, even though he had only been feeding the cats every other day, so I went and bought him a new bag, plus some canned stuff in gravy to use to wean the little kitten. When I handed over the food, I gave him my telephone number and told him I wanted the cats fed every day and he could call me when he needed more. I also asked him to feed at the same time every day and watch for the cats so he could make a note of how many there are and what they look like. I intend to start trapping them up just as soon as either Joanne of I find a place for them to go."
The woman who found the injured young male cat in Albany took him to be neutered and the ear looked at. I had authorized all I had left on the gift card for care of that ear. It was a polyp badly absessed underneath and cost more than what I had, but not much more. The woman left a message with me during the day wanting more money from me for him, citing the extra $20 cost beyond what I had. I did not return the call.
The woman was informed of this extra cost beyond what I could pay on the cat. She was told the polyp could grow back.
Later on, after closing, the phone calls to the clinic began. They could not make out who was calling to tell them they worked for a vet rating company and were giving them the lowest rating. There were many many calls. They called me wondering if I had received strange calls. I told them it was likely that woman. It did turn out to be her. She called me after that and said she had left messages at the clinic.
She also complained to me in the call that she had to borrow the extra $20. When she began then ranting against the clinic that cared for this cat, at almost no cost to her, I stopped her. I told her I wouldn't listen to such things, that they had always been good to me and love animals.
I don't know what went on at the clinic, between her and staff. I wasn't there. But here is the end result and the end result, not personal tiffs, is what is important: the cat got neutered and his polyp removed and absess cleaned out. He got pain meds and antibiotics to go home with him and she had to pay almost nothing, while others paid most of the cost. I told her, if I were her, I'd be very very happy it turned out so well.
The cat is back living in a cage in the back of her truck. Oh boy.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Too Much
I've been getting too many phone calls lately. Injured cats. Unwanted cats. Strays people feed they now want gone. I'm ready again to turn off the phone. I haven't slept well in ages.
I don't think any of the other valley groups are doing much right now. Broke I think. Or worn out too. Maybe that's why the outrageous numbers of calls in the last ten days. And I mean outrageous.
I haven't any adoptions for way too long, which means I have no space here. I have Dirt Eater in my bathroom, meaning again, I can't really do laundry or take a shower. She's going back tomorrow, sadly. She was a starving new arrival there, tame and sweet, but I can't take even one more tame sweet teenager. No room. No adoptions. No money. There's someone wanting a companion for their outside cat. But the other cat disappeared, likely killed by a predator, and I just can't adopt out anymore where there are predators. I don't sleep afterwards. I'm telling them I can't help them.
I just heard Rio got the Olympics. It would have been great if Chicago had won, but there's something romantic and exotic that comes to my mind when I hear the name "Rio". I know there is horrible poverty there, like everywhere, but congratulations to Rio on their win and I bet it will be spectacular and help the city out, maybe even the poor.
Also, I wish I could help ease somehow the suffering again going on in Indonesia and Somoa after those natural disasters. How horrible. We are lucky here, to have few natural disasters hit, but that could change at any moment I know. Oregon is way over due for another large quake here.
I've been through two small quakes in Oregon. Both occured when I lived at the Benton Plaza, a low income "projects" type building in Corvallis. One quake felt like a gentle rocking, back and forth. swaying like a tree branch in a gentle wind.
The other was violent shaking. My cat of the time, Wrangle, woke me up before both quakes, panicked. There was nothing to do but hope for the best on the violent shake quake. The building shook violently for what seemed like ages. After it was over, I put my cat in her carrier and ran out into the street.
The other one, the gentle sway one, no big deal. It was like being on a boat experiencing the gently rocking of the waves.
I was in a quake in Alaska too, when working in Seward for the summer. I was climbing when it hit, on Little Marathon mountain. I didn't know what was going on, only that suddenly shale rock was cascading down around me. I dodged behind the biggest rock I could find for cover. I thought it was just a slide or something, but when I got back to the basement apartment where all the workers lived, 12 of us, sometimes more, I discovered almost everything had been knocked from shelves and that a quake had hit the region, although it was small.
I don't think any of the other valley groups are doing much right now. Broke I think. Or worn out too. Maybe that's why the outrageous numbers of calls in the last ten days. And I mean outrageous.
I haven't any adoptions for way too long, which means I have no space here. I have Dirt Eater in my bathroom, meaning again, I can't really do laundry or take a shower. She's going back tomorrow, sadly. She was a starving new arrival there, tame and sweet, but I can't take even one more tame sweet teenager. No room. No adoptions. No money. There's someone wanting a companion for their outside cat. But the other cat disappeared, likely killed by a predator, and I just can't adopt out anymore where there are predators. I don't sleep afterwards. I'm telling them I can't help them.
I just heard Rio got the Olympics. It would have been great if Chicago had won, but there's something romantic and exotic that comes to my mind when I hear the name "Rio". I know there is horrible poverty there, like everywhere, but congratulations to Rio on their win and I bet it will be spectacular and help the city out, maybe even the poor.
Also, I wish I could help ease somehow the suffering again going on in Indonesia and Somoa after those natural disasters. How horrible. We are lucky here, to have few natural disasters hit, but that could change at any moment I know. Oregon is way over due for another large quake here.
I've been through two small quakes in Oregon. Both occured when I lived at the Benton Plaza, a low income "projects" type building in Corvallis. One quake felt like a gentle rocking, back and forth. swaying like a tree branch in a gentle wind.
The other was violent shaking. My cat of the time, Wrangle, woke me up before both quakes, panicked. There was nothing to do but hope for the best on the violent shake quake. The building shook violently for what seemed like ages. After it was over, I put my cat in her carrier and ran out into the street.
The other one, the gentle sway one, no big deal. It was like being on a boat experiencing the gently rocking of the waves.
I was in a quake in Alaska too, when working in Seward for the summer. I was climbing when it hit, on Little Marathon mountain. I didn't know what was going on, only that suddenly shale rock was cascading down around me. I dodged behind the biggest rock I could find for cover. I thought it was just a slide or something, but when I got back to the basement apartment where all the workers lived, 12 of us, sometimes more, I discovered almost everything had been knocked from shelves and that a quake had hit the region, although it was small.
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