Cats Here Photos

Starr, from the homeless camp, and Teddy's sister.
Shady, from the BS colony. The BS (Big Situation or Bullshit colony) was located amongst houses along a short dead end street outside Albany where I got about 140 cats fixed, rehoming many. I still have Mops, Buffy and Shady from the BS colony here.
Shaulin, still here, from the Albany Street of Bengals colony, where I got 22 cats, most Bengals, fixed, and took out four worm puffed kittens, including Shaulin. Her brothers soooo social and sweet and got homes quickly, as did a black kitten from same colony.
Tugs, from the Shovel Killer Neighbor colony in Lebanon. I took 12 cats from there. An old lady fed them and a neighbor, a Christian neighbor no less, offered to kill them all with a shovel. What an ugly Christian soul. I also still have Mums and Matilda from that same group.
Vision, my very ancient river cat.
Teddy, from the homeless camp, and Calamity, abandoned with her mom and two siblings, one of whom was killed by dogs, just off Marian street. And Sam, of course, from MIllersburg.
Poppy, who was born under a building on 34th street to a mother cat abandoned there by tenants.
Peter, from the Corvallis homeless camp.
Panda, from Lebanon. SafeHaven asked me to trap cats fed by a relative of a worker there. There were supposed to be four, but I trapped 11 and the four kittens were so matted they could not lift their chin from the chest. So they stayed with me. Panda and Solomon are still here from those four.

Some had pellet gun holes through their ears. The woman who fed them was pregnant and her impregnator would not get off the couch. He would watch sports on one TV while playing video games on another while bragging about fathering 5 kids already. He was 19 and lazy as hell. I could not help but tell him so, as I struggled over and around his lazy ass with heavy traps with cats in them. When he finally agreed to help carry them to my car, all he could do was complain how that made his back hurt. I wanted to punch out his lazy whining entitlement reproducing face.
Panda again.
Starr from the homeless camp, with Oci, abandoned in Millersburg.
Mops, from the BS colony.
Martha, from the homeless camp.
James, from the homeless camp.
Jade, the flat footed teen mom, from the Millersburg garage.
Honey, from the homeless camp.
Buffy, from the BS colony.
Brambles, from the HTN colony, which was on the same street where I am now helping the old couple.
Brambles again.
Bling, the big black male from the homeless camp.
Gretchen, from highway 34. She and her brother were dumped outside SafeHaven, on a freezing and bitterly windy stormy night. I saw them shoulder to shoulder walking the edge of highway 34. They were just skinny teens. I spent three days and nights in that terrible windstorm out after them. I got both plus a black tame female, too. Hansel, Gretal's brother, got a home. So did the black female. Gretal is still here. I remember that night, pulling up alongside the orange tabby teen, hunkered down twenty feet off the road in this terrible blasting wind and freezing rain. He wouldn't move. Then I saw he was covering Gretal, his sister, protecting her, in that awful cold, from the freezing howling wind. That's why I stayed out there for three days and nights, to save them.
Sam!
Feather from the rest area. I trapped her a year ago Christmas in several nights spent at the rest area during the holidays looking for a lost Siamese.
Dex, one of my own.
Comet, among 16 kittens I took from one carport in a seedy Albany trailer park one summer, along with getting about 90 other cats fixed. Comet was the only kitten I couldn't find a home for, before I had major back surgery.

Crusty Still Here. He needs a Home.

Crusty is still here. I am not comfortable with taking him back, so far. The woman who had fed the cats really didn't want me to turn him loose near her trailer, which is akin to dumping him. I am not happy about this whole situation. I do not want another cat here, am completely overwhelmed in cats I can't find homes for.

I don't know what to do. He needs an operation too to help flip the eyelashes out.

I don't think I"m going to trap the other two at the trailer park. I don't like getting pulled into such situations, with tame abandoned cats and nobody willing to help them. I got sucked in before, right next to the trailer I'm helping now, with the old woman who fed strays then died and a family who told me they'd help find them homes, if I took them in, and donate and they did neither. I'm really tired of being such a sucker. This cat needs a home. But I can't keep him here, with all the others I can't find homes for.

Crusty Leaving Today

Crusty is going back to the trailer park today. I have no place for him. He'll be fed there, as he has been since someone dumped or abandoned him. If I come up with somewhere for him, I know where he'll be. If I come up with a vet willing to try to help his eye condition, and the money to get that done, I know where to find him.

It's too bad the guy doesn't have a home, but he has people who feed him and now he is neutered, flea free, worm free and his earmites are dead and gone. At least there's that.

The Adair female will join her brothers at the barn home probably Sunday. In the meantime, she's eating up a storm in a cage in the garage.

As for the four homeless camp cats in my spare bedroom, not sure where they will go yet, but Bling, the huge black male, is settling in and wants to be petted. I also petted the long hair tabby, Martha, the other day. She hid her head, but seemed to like it. All four play wildly at night and now I have the bedroom door open during the day, with the screen door closed, so they can see the rest of the cats and interact in their own way.

Am still trying to come up with homes, like for Toby and Teddy and Tugs and Mums and Matilda. I've had a few inquiries but nothnig serious. Some of these cats need to go with their buddies or they just won't make it at a new home. The vet up in Wilsonville says I better resign myself to caring for them for a long time. He described people he has run into, who board horses. Three different horse boarders have had people just walk away, disappear, leaving their horses behind at the boarding facility, without any viable way to contact them. This is causing great angst amongst horse boarding facilities.

Old Couple Out Gassed Me

The younger smaller of two males fixed yesterday. The old couple said this indeed is one of the calico's five kittens, now all adults. The other two of her adult kittens trapped so far: an orange tabby with some white on face and a black and white female.
This huge male caught by the old couple, fixed yesterday, had a head the size of a grapefruit, but seemed mild mannered.
Monster male again. The vet and his staff were impressed!

I'm worn out. I had to call the old couple tonight and ask they close the traps an hour earlier than usual. They've showed me up!

Of course it was me driving over there after 11:00 last night to pick up their latest catch--yet another black and white.

I couldn't sleep in the night, had all this work to do once home finally, taking care of the Adair cat, the two black and whites from the oldies, the homeless camp cats and Crusty, too, then all mine.

Well anyhow. After I finally got to bed, I got awakened when Miss Daisy got startled. She sleeps across my face. She got startled awake when Electra stepped on her and Miss Daisy swatted towards Electra. Only she snagged my eyelid, scratching it.

Miss Daisy is not the best shot. In fact, she's clumsy and not athletic but very enthusiastic, which makes up for any lacks.

After that, I finally got to bed and fell asleep for a few hours, before waking to my early alarm. I wanted to get the two cats from the Oldies, in traps in my car, fixed and returned a.s.a.p. I called the vet in Wilsonville. They said "Bring them up." I did, along with Crusty. Crusty needed an eye evaluation. He has drastically improved but my feeling is that he has that genetic thing with recessed eyes and inturned eyelashes and kinked up tear ducts. I was right.

Without expensive surgery, he won't have permanent improvement. Some vets do a nip and tuck, that is fairly effective, and flips the lower lid out away from the eye. I might see how much the Neuterscooter vet would charge to do that, if they ever come through Oregon again. For now, tomorrow, he will go back to the trailer park.

He also had his ears cleaned out and treated for earmites.

Both the black and whites from the Spirte Oldies were males. I returned them already. They're still after three cats, but it is down to three finally.

After going back and forth to get those cats, and do all sorts of erands today, I am zonkered tired. So I called the Oldies up and said "Close those traps please. I must sleep." They said, "Have a very good night." And, "How many traps did you leave set over here? I was sure it was three, but I can't find them." So I told him again where the two traps are, even though they are in the exact same place they have been for ten days.

Now, if I could only find my keys and my toothebrush.

Chemical Castrator Atrizine

More reports of atrizine, a pesticide widely used in the US, including heavily used on grass seed fields in the mid valley, castrating frogs and turning one in ten of male frogs exposed into females.

Sure, further studies are needed, to see if this drug, filtering into our drinking water, or in the dust in the air kicked up out of the fields during tilling or even field burning, can cause human reproductive health issues like reproductive tissue cancers. But maybe this chemical is the answer to world overpopulation if it decreases sperm count and feminizes men. Just kidding there.

I don't like atrizine. I've had endometriosis for years and dioxins and substances containing dioxins or pseudo estrogens are linked to endometriosis and no doubt other hormone related illnesses like breast cancer.

Pacific Power Wants to Up Rates 20%

Can you believe, in a recession, Pacific Power wants to stick it to customers by increasing rates by 20%? I can't. What, do they think the rest of us are made of money? You got to be kidding, Pacific Power. Included in their rate hike is an increase in their profit margin.

Wrong time, power people. This house is all electric. With natural gas prices going down, wish I was gas powered right now.

In the summer the bill runs about $85 but in the winter, the bill skyrockets to $145 or more. Their increase is massive and has massive effect on struggling people.

Get your heads out of the sand, Pacific Power. If you increase your rates, a lot of us out here in nowhereville will have to black you out and sit in the dark, cackling. Me be one.

Sure would love to get off the grid. They say in the article this will long term benefit customers. Hmmm, can't figure that one out. Very odd statement, I'd say. Denial. Pie in the sky statement. Benefit customers to increase rates by 20%. It will benefit somebody all right.

Have you ever heard of the straw that broke the camels back?

Sprite Oldies Running Out of Gas

The 86 year olds are showing their age. It's turned into a drive in the fog, trying to trap there. The couple has run out of gas and can't even tell the cats they feed anymore.

We'ver retrapped one hungry fearless brown tabby tux three times, since he was neutered last Friday. We've trapped one of the orange boys twice more, and an already fixed black and white male three times now. Each time, they think it's a different cat.

She barely can see, and doesn't hear well. He can see, but doesn't hear well, and has Alzheimers. But they're trying.

Initially, they wanted me to catch about six cats--a calico mom, who has had many litters, and her latest five kittens, now adults. Those kittens are: an orange tabby, two black tuxes, a white and black, and a gray tux. I've caught the orange tabby, plus two more orange tabbies, and the white and black, an in heat female, plus two other black and whites, one of them the already fixed male, whom we've retrapped three times.

The other night, they called me over for a "big growling cat howling in the trap". It was a tame neutered tabby on white, who, once released, sauntered across the street to the neighbors house.

Tonight, the old woman called to say "We got the gray one!" I went over and it was a big black tux in the trap. She was standing way back from the trap, saying, "He growled at me!"

I said, "So is this one of your two black tuxes, then?" First she thought it was, then she thought it wasn't, then she just shrugged frustrated and said "Hell if I know."

She can't see. The old man, deep in exhaustion and Alzheimers fog, had poured a bunch of dry cat food right at the opening of the one trap left set. It was so much dry food that if the trap would have ever sprung, it could not have closed due to all that cat food there. I scooped it all out, moved the trap, since a leaking gutter was pouring water onto it, and the towel was soaked, and wrapped it in an old tarp.

The old woman will say she hasn't seen them all day, while one cat sits in the yard ten feet behind her.

I brought the black tux home in the trap. I have no idea if it is one of theirs or some neighbors cat or another stray or just who the cat is. I have never seen the two black tuxes she feeds. They'd be almost a year old now. This cat looks adult to me. I don't know.

They sure keep trying to catch the other four, or maybe just three now. And we've gotten six fixed already, so that's not nothing. We'll just plugging away.

That area is hard to trap. There are lots of free roaming cats, some owned, some not owned, and lots of places they can eat. Does no good on this street for the caretaker to withhold food to make trapping easier because they just go eat at the next porch. I think we've done ok, given the very difficult circumstances, to catch seven now, besides recatching a whole lot of the others, now fixed.

I told her to go ahead and feed the cats dry food, because otherwise, the fixed males are hungry and right back in the traps. On it goes.......


Who is this latest cat caught, the black tux in photos above? Is it one of their two black tuxes, we're after, or some other cat? I don't know.

She swears the two she feeds have no white on their chests. I don't necessarily believe her, only because she has macular degeneration and might not see that white chest from her vantage standing up, which is the only way she sees them, her standing, when the cats come in to an enclosed area, to eat, when she puts out food in the morning. She would see the white on the face and the white feet, but not necessarily a white chest. So I'm hoping this might be one of the two.

They just called me again. They said it was another white and black they caught and not fixed. I went over, grudgingly, because I have not had a decent nights sleep since this all began. I figured it would be the male who keeps retrapping, who is black and white. Or the female I just released last night over there, after she was fixed.

Nope. They were right. It is a MASSIVE black and white male, like a monster, like bigger than a bobcat. Oh boy, now what, since I have no appointments again locally until the week after next.

I am returning Crusty to the trailer park. I have no home prospects for him and the trailer park people say they'll feed him. It's too bad, but I have too many here. I'll have the latest Adair catch here until this weekend, too. And I still have the four from the homeless camp. Too many. Outside of that one homeless camp tame female, I haven't found any cats homes for months. Oh, except for finding a home for 12 for KATA. That counts. For those cats, at least. Doesn't help me one bit.

Caught Third Adair Black

I caught the black long hair in Adair this morning. It is not the neutered relocated boy. Her face is round, nose petite. This is going to be a girl, the third kitten. If she is still alive, I wonder if the fourth kitten they fed is, the gray. Well, we'll see.

Also going up today, another male and a female in heat, from just outside Jefferson. These are owned by the woman who took in four of the trailer park males I got fixed, and the offspring of a stray in that neighborhood. The four trailer park males are doing just fine, the trailer park woman says, at her friends place there, outside Jefferson. The woman opened the garage where they were contained, but just a window, so they can come and go, and leaves food in the garage and on a ledge. This has worked great for them.

Photos are of the male, being fixed today and the Adair black. Didn't get a photo of the other Jefferson cat.

The Five Cats

Well, I'm still at it. The Sprite Oldies are still trapping. They keep calling me to say an orange cat is in the trap. I say, "Does it have an eartip?" "No," they say. I go over. And it's the same darn cat again. I show them the eartip and they say, seeming very interested, "Oh, ok, so that's it." Then I turn the cat loose. But then it happens again. They're such a cute old couple!

The old man said tonight (just got back from turning the orange cat loose), "Hell of a way to spend your birthday." I replied "Ehhhh."

So the Peterson Road four were two in heat females, one normal spay female and one male.

The black and white fixed today from the Sprite Oldies was an in heat female, the first female trapped there. Finally. A female in all those males.

I haven't been back to the trailer park colony yet, to catch those last two there. Been too tied up.

I had to bring one of the in heat females into my bathroom and turn on an infant vaporizer. She was rattling badly and having a tough time coming out of anesthesia, being the last one done and done late too, since the vet clinic has been fabulously busy. I told them again I was available for hire, if they needed extra help. I always remind them of that.

Their business seems to be booming in the bad economy, probably due to their very reasonable rates.

The Peterson Four colony caretaker held off for several weeks on getting them fixed while lacing their food with antibiotics. She thought they were long over their URI's, but not this one, now in my bathroom and not the other adult female either. Only the two kittens seem free of it.

I don't know what I"m going to do about the Adair cat. Boy, that's an issue. If it's the cat who was relocated and he's booked it back to his former territory, he'll be a hard one to catch. And it will probably mean that his brother is dead, because they would have returned together. That would be so darn sad, but a direct result of not containing them in relocation.

But it is possible it is their mother, who allegedly also was a long hair black. Seems unlikely since none of the feeders had seen her in six months time. The two other kittens, who would now be 8 or 10 months old, like the two boys, have not been seen in months either. One was supposed to be another short hair black and a short hair gray. So the only one it could be, if not the male who was relocated, would be the mom cat, due to the long hair.

The thing is, the other feeder woman, told the woman I know who had fed them, that the cat recognized her car and just came running, meowing, after her car.

That would make it seem like this is a very very hungry cat and make it very likely it is indeed the boy, who was relocated, since he knew her very well and has known her recently enough to recognize even her car and associate it with food. The mom, who disappeared so many months ago, would not behave that way.

I'm going to guess it's the relocated boy who has come home, unless they don't really have an accurate memory of the hair length of the third black kitten. They had not known, for instance, that the short hair male kitten had survived until I trapped him. It could be the third kitten, now desperate for food, since they haven't fed there in three weeks.

If it is, however, the relocated boy, now back "home", it's sad, because he doesn't have a place anymore where he's welcome. The county will kill him eventually if he is fed there.

Tsarina Wishes Me Happy Birthday

Tsarina, formerly known as Little Miss Sunshine, whom I dug out of a buried woodpile outside Philomath, is seen in photo above, from her Ridgefield WA home, wishing me a Happy Birthday. Thanks for the photo, Midori!

(Love her exotic leopard spotted bedding)

Mixed news on two cat situations. Another cat has shown up at the Adair colony, where I trapped five cats. The two black feral brothers were relocated by one of the caretakers of the colony to a farmer 8 miles away. I would not participate because the farmer refused to contain the cats.

Anyhow, a black long hair has shown up at the former feeding location. It could be the third kitten and likely is, because I had seen another long hair way down the road in the dark one night.

But, it could also be the long hair who was relocated and booked it back literally overnight. It's one reason why they must be contained at a new location until comfortable and convinced their new home is wonderful. Otherwise, they'll take off and try to get back to familiar territory.

I am hoping it is the third kitten. The person who saw the cat back is going to take a close up photo and check for the tell tale eartip. (EXCEPT: i just remembered, the colony caretaker refused to let me get the black boys eartipped. Big mistake. I should just make it mandatory if I am involved. Think I will now make that policy. Every outside cat must be eartipped.) If it is one of the two boys, back, that cat will be hell on earth to trap and where to put him the next time.

Well, turns out there only was one long hair in the four kittens, now adults, so this cat is going to be the relocated one, the badly relocated pair. It's a damn shame people won't listen to me on relocation procedure. Cats end up dead. It's just common sense, for gosh sakes.

And, when traversing a lane near Knox Butte last night, picking up cats trapped near there, I spotted a long lost cat. She'd been rescued by a woman after the tenant moved out and left 20 cats behind. This female had just had kittens. The woman took her and the kittens in, then moved herself, a few months later, letting the cat, who had never been outside at her rescuers place, outside, while in the chaotic process of moving.

The cat vamoosed, got scared, hid out. I don't know if they ever went back looking for her besides the one time. I did. I sat out several nights trying to find her and retrap her, but it was heavy winter and pouring rain. I never even saw her. I provided food to a neighbor who seemed to just be feeding raccoons, skunks and other cats.

But I see the cat made her way back to her old haunt and has rejoined two other cats who remained there, fed by a family, after I got them fixed. She was sitting on the sidewalk twenty feet from her old home. I am not absolutely sure it is her, because she turned her face away as I went by and it was dark. But, I'm fairly sure. Made me happy. I had hoped she would head back home and rejoin her cat family.

I think I'll join the tea partiers. Why? Because of all the government businesses out there, I hate trying to do anything at the Post Office more than anything else on earth. Today, I was trying to mail back the live trap Jeanne sent me for my birthday. Wasn't her fault. I sent her a link to one being sold on Amazon when she asked what I wanted. I never even checked it out much. It was a Havahart and I didn't think they made those flimsy collapsibles. Well, they do and that's what this one is. My fault totally. So, am returning it to Amazon. I packaged it back up and took it to a small post office, because I've had to stand in line at the local one for over an hour twice now. I just don't go there.

I go to a small town post office, but I usually leave if one man is at the counter. Its like he has this attitude that permeates, like he might want to start a fight or mess you up in some way. Sort of like that. I just don't like going to the counter if he's there.

Nobody was at the counter when I went in. Lots of customers and you could hear someone talking in the back. But for several minutes nobody was at the counter. So I start taping on the address label. I'd run out of the clear tape at home, when preparing the package. I haven't brought in my reading glasses so the printing on the tape is a blur and I can't read it, and think nothing of using the tape. As I am doing this, the man comes out to the counter. I get nervous just to see him come up, because at this point, I'm usually out of there.

I finish taping the address label area onto the box, and stand in line. When it's my turn, the guy straight faced weighs the package and tells me it will be like $55 to mail it. I stare, mouth open in disbelief. I fumble for words. I cannot understand why. The woman behind me actually says something to me first, "It's the tape," she whispers.

I get up close to try to read the tape "Priority Mail" it says along it. Instant embarrassment washes over me. There's no help from this postal employee who seems to be enjoying my mistake vastly. The woman worker would have helped me take off that tape and retape it with clear tape. I so wished she had been at the counter. Instead, I took the package and left.

Five Cats Losing their Ovaries and Balls in Honor of My Birthday

Five Albany cats have stepped forward to honor my birthday by each giving up to me their reproductive organs. Actually, there was some coercion involved. Tuna and a live trap. I don't like to call it coercion. It has such negative connotations. ...I like to call them volunteers.

Happy Birthday to me....from.......Sprite Oldies black and white kitty, being fixed today.
A torbi, from the Peterson Four.
A young mother, from the Peterson Four.
DMH brown tabby of the Pederson Four.
Sweet DLH black kitty of the Petereson Four.

Bribes for Rotten Tomatos--Execute the Bastards

Click post title to go to a thoroughly disgusting story about corporate buyers taking bribes to purchase rotten tomato's, made into puree and paste and other things sold to unknowing citizens. These people have no ethics or concern for lives.

I say execute them all. Like they do in China. How else can such horrible behavior be stopped?