Ten Cute Kittens Now in Portland. Moms Go Home Tomorrow. 33 Cats and Kittens in One Week.

In one week's time, I trapped and transported to be fixed 16 adult cats from this one colony and dug 18 kittens out of all sorts of god awful places, from moldy wet pallets to boxes to tight spots in bare metal old cars. I got a long lasting antibiotic shot for one sick adult male and had another male's foot abscess, from fighting because he wasn't fixed, cleaned and drained, along with his earmites cleaned and treated. All the cats were flea treated and wormed. I've dealt with a dying kitten, buried him, and I've dealt with having 17 kittens in my one bathroom, too and that isn't easy, let me tell you.

If anybody out there is reading this, and thinks they can still just let their cat breed, boy, you would be a heartless stupid soul who lacks any empathy for those busting their butts trying to solve this horrible overpopulation problem. Or, you'd just be one selfish person. That's about all I have to say to people who do not fix their cats or strays they feed.

The overpopulation problem is like a big huge bull elephant standing in the living room that everybody is pretending isn't there, except a couple people out of a million. That's a good take on it.

Shelters long have pulled in the donations while doing absolutely nothing to solve the problem except sucking funds from the few groups worldwide who understand you can't shelter out of this problem and that instead, you focus only on spay neuter. The money needs to go directly to fixing the source.

Don't be stupid with your charitable money. Donate to spay neuter groups or go find unfixed cats and get them fixed. If everybody would do that, pretty soon, the only animals in shelters would be those waiting for homes if their owners had to move or died. And that, shelters could handle just fine, with very little space and money.


I finally got going, despite exhaustion clouding my brain and making me move real slow, and got up to Portland to the fosterers with the ten kittens. I had not had time to clean out their ears and treat them for mites and I felt bad I hadn't done that. Nor had I clipped their nails. I've been a little busy!

I did not have time to return the two females in my bathroom, nor the female fixed yesterday. I changed the female fixed yesterday to a clean trap before leaving and did the same upon return. The calico doesn't mind my bathroom, but the black and white female does mind and is very feral. I wanted so much to take all three back this morning, but I just could not get myself going and had to make decisions. Which was more important? Getting ten kittens to Portland and foster homes and out of my bathroom? Or getting two adult feral females out of my bathroom and home, along with one in my garage? Well, both were important! But, it was all arranged for the fosterers to pick up kittens and I couldn't let them down or be late, so that was more important.

The bathroom females are well kept, eating, bedded and drinking in style. The garage female, fixed yesterday, is also being well kept and extremely well fed, which she likes. So it's no big deal for them, I'm sure, to be well fed and out of the weather for another night. It's my issue, wanting a bathroom free of feral cats and several days to sleep straight through.

Of the original 8 kittens, five were orange tabby boys. Three of those went to Heartland. Two remained here, as they had broken out in colds. This is Rum.
And this is Hisser Spitter and very sweet.
The torbi kitten shows bottle boy the ins and outs of Q-tip theft and play.
This calico is Neat Freak's sister!
This long hair torbi kitten was one of four I dug out of soggy grass beneath a rotting pallet in a field. The young Lynx Pt. Siamese medium hair was probably their mother. Two of the kittens were to Heartland and two remained here. I didn't want to overload Heartland. This kitten is so funny. She prances around showing off her hair and beautiful gorgeous tail, strutting and preening.
This, the second Woods Box torti, is terribly bonded to humans. She wants held and carried around and forget my mom, she says, because she never fed us enough.
One of the two Icicle box boy survivor bottle babes, as I've dubbed them.
One of the two Icicle box bottle babe boys, whose black and white young mom, once in the bathroom with them, completely rejected motherhood.

This white muted calico kitten was the sole survivor of one of the torti mother's litters. But which torti? Not the one I've had in my bathroom.
Woods box torti kitten, one of two very thin kittens I found in a bed box at the edge of the woods.
Long hair torti, one of the original 8 kittens, who is now at Heartland.