Sunday, June 06, 2010

Lawn Blues

I lost the lawn war.

My mower bearing froze a couple weeks ago, and although I took it apart, I was unable to get that bearing freed up to easily spin. I'm still trying.

In the meantime my brother sent me another reel mower, this one not as sturdy as the one that broke. I immediately mowed the front lawn, however. I had chopped the top off the 18 inch high back lawn using a hand sickle. It was rough looking but low enough that yesterday, I intended to mow it down with the reel mower.

However, the old man intervened. I didn't ask for it, but it happened.

I heard him cursing up a storm in his backyard and went to see if he had injured himself. He'd come out of his place in the back, he said, and gone through a bunch of cobwebs which got all over his face.

He doesn't like cobwebs or spiders.

So I tried to shoot the breeze with him. He was trying to decide on a bike ride or mowing his lawn. He had neighbors after him, he said, over his yard. I said "Ignore the lawn nazi's and go for a Harley ride. This is the only day it's not going to rain for awhile. Screw the lawn. Go ride your Harley." I told him I now had a mower, pointed it out proudly, and said I'd mow his front lawn if he wanted to go ride his Harley.

He doesn't think reel mowers are "real" mowers, and started saying he was going to mow my back yard. I again urged him to chuck that idea and go for a Harley ride, to seize the day!

He showed me thistles three feet tall out front, next to his window. He said, with a sarcastic grin, "Took a lot of loving care to grow those that big." I started laughing and said "They're fine looking thistles for sure!"

He took off then. Next thing I know, he's out there, mowing my back yard space, which is rather small. I go out and try to tell him, because he's huffing and puffing due to breathing issues, that I'll do it, but he won't have that, because he says it's the only exercise he gets. I try to tell him, "But mowing is the only exercise I get and I need it," which is true, but he won't give it up.

I try to warn him about rocks on the edge, because he's mowing right over my flowers, and then, sadly, my four inch high vegetable plants. He yells at me and waves me away, thinking I'm saying I don't know what to him. He doesn't really hear much. My back yard vegetables are now history, fodder, mulch. Sad.

Then he mows out front, too and I'd already mowed that, but he didn't think it was short enough I guess and now it's, um, certainly short enough.

I appreciate him wanting to help, but I didn't ask him, to, and now he's taken over again. I don't know what to do anymore here. I don't know. It's a confounding confusing thing. Cul de sac life is really soap operic and silly in many many ways.

If he'll leave my vegetables alone, and I can replant, I've decided to hell with the rest of the yard, and he can do what he wants. Seems important to him to do it, and I don't like doing it. So it's a good deal for both of us. He's a bored old man, like I get bored. He's got power tools and needs places to use them. I just want to have the vegetables because I need to have them to eat.

I haven't been to a store for vegetables for a long time. The reason is, I can't find anywhere affordable around here, where the vegetables aren't all shipped in from out of country. Yes, I said out of country, not out of state.

To shop for groceries and vegees, I go to Winco in Corvallis or Salem, or farmer's markets or farm stands where I know the people and how they raise crops. I do not frequent roadside stands of people I don't know, who could possibly dump a zillion chemicals on their vegetables or raise them in their own poo, for all I know. If you don't know who is selling food along the road, you don't know how they grew what they're selling or even where it came from. I want to know.

I've been to Shop n Cart since moving here, now renamed Mega Foods and the prices are over the top. Very expensive. The first time I went there, I saw freezers full of FREEZER BURNED chicken packages. I thought "Oh my gawd, why are they selling this?" I figured they'd accidentally stored it wrong and were selling it off cheap. But no. That's how they sell it there--freezer burned to beat the band and even the freezer burned chicken is higher priced than Winco's non freezer burned chicken. That was a telling factor for me about that store and what it stands for.

What kind of a store matter of factly sells freezer burned chicken and why?

The other stores here in town are very expensive. Safeway. Fred Meyer. Albertsons. The only food store I can really afford anymore is Winco. Walmart's food prices are way up there too and they mainly sell prepackaged food, which I don't think is real food.

So, at least in the spring and summer, I like to grow vegetables, so I can just go out and pick something and eat it. I don't grow a lot because I have almost no space where the sun might hit, if the sun ever returns to Oregon, that is.

It doesn't take much skill or anything else to grow squash and bush beans, so that's mainly what I grow. Last year, two yellow bush bean plants, rarely tended, gave me beans clear into the fall and they were delicious. I have mustard spinach growing everywhere now like a weed, so I do have plenty of that to eat. Nothing else is really growing much because of the weather we've had, cold, extreme rain and wind and no sun. Plants want some sun. So do I!

Another of the Three Bottle Boys Dies

Another of the Lebanon colony bottle babies died. I believe it was the one who had the rattle, when I picked them up, like he had inhaled water. The fosterer, up in Portland, is very upset. She tried so hard. That was Poppa Inc. president's daughter. I wonder if the third will die too.

They didn't have much of a chance after nearly freezing to death and laying in water for most of a day.

Been a hard couple of weeks.

Saturday, June 05, 2010

R.I.P. Gaki

Gaki is gone from this world. Rest in Peace, beautiful boy. I'm so sorry. I tried hard to help you overcome. I know you wanted to live.

The vet was astounded at the severity of his conjunctivitis, so astounded he is sending tissue samples to pathology in case this is some mutated virus. I think it will turn out to be calici, not herpes. He had trouble chewing. I think he had ulcers in his mouth and on his tongue too. Calici will do that.

I don't know if it will be newer mutant virulent calici. Some of my cats caught the cold Gaki had within two days of coming here, mid May, but none of them got the eye and nose inflammation. That means the vaccines they've had protected them. Those vaccines include protection against both herpes and calici viruses.

Some cats react differently to the same virus. He reacted with violent inflammation. His body didn't like that virus at all. It overreacted in panic, causing the inflammation that ultimately led to his death.

The vet said there would be no light of recovery at the end of this painful tunnel for him and that the pain he was in was severe. He was with me less than three weeks. I very much wanted that boy to make it.

I took him all the way to Wilsonville this morning. They open at 7:30 a.m. I couldn't stand it anymore. He took a terrible turn for the worse overnight.

Gaki was abandoned in N. Albany. He was then trapped by someone and ended up at Heartland. He was just under a year old and not neutered. He had severe behavioral issues usually consistent with being rough housed with as a kitten growing up. This usually occurs when there are unsupervised out of control young boys in a house or a mean young adult male. But young girls can be just as vicious to animals, if they are not brought up with decent parenting.

His behavioral issues included biting and coming at you swinging and biting, but he settled down here, and seemed happy, despite the cold he broke out with almost immediately. He seemed just overjoyed to have a cat family who accepted him, even if he was growly. He fit in quicker than most other cats I've brought in. I had to isolate him when his conjunctivitis hit and this was terribly depressing to him. Last night, realizing he was turning for the worse, I let him out once again, to roam amongst his new found friends. This perked him up greatly.

I put him back in isolation for the night. This morning, his condition was even worse. I laid with him on the bed for awhile. He was rubbing at his bleeding eyes and growling to himself. I dosed them with antibiotic ointment for lubrication, and got dressed to take him north.

Gaki

Gaki today will breath his last on earth. I feel terrible for him. He wants to live, but his eyes, although now clear of infection, are bloody and inflamed. When he sleeps, the fluid mixes with blood on the edges and dries, driving him nuts in the morning trying to open them. He frantically claws at his eyes, growling and flailing out, striking at enemies in his pain and frustration. I wish he could fight them with his claws, because he's a great fighter and could vanguish an enemy of flesh, wrestle it snarling to the ground, he could. If his enemy were only not some virus causing him such pain, and cheating him of his hope for a life and happiness. He has become ultra aggressive in his misery.

I'd let him go through the pain if I felt he'd make it through and recover. It's ok to have pain, if there's a light at the end. But not if there isn't. He's going to the vet today and if the vet says there's no light waiting for him at the end of this, then there's no sense to it.

I could take him in to Heartland, have him euthanized there, but there would be no vet there to confirm there is no hope of his recovery, and the guilt would eat me alive. I know that about myself. Then I fear he'd have to wait, sitting in a carrier, knowing he was going to die if I took him back there.

He got better for a few days and in the last two days has gone downhill badly.

I keep his eyes lubed with antibiotic ointment and washed, but there is no relief to the conjunctivitis.

I'm still sick, coughing now, as the trickle down hits the back of my throat. Going stir crazy I am, at home alone here, trying to get better.

The backyard neighbors were raising hell last night, had rap music blasting so loud the base made my walls tremble. I finally yelled at them fervantly. I was trying to sit out in my backyard, with this short respite from pouring rain and relax. I couldn't do that with music so loud it was pounding in my stuffed up brain. I hate rap. At least most of it.

I yelled "Please, have some respect for your neighbors, turn it down." I think it was about half hour later they finally turned it down. I was happy.

I asked my cats "Am I becoming a total bitch?" I might be.

Then I thought "those people haven't ever cared how they affect neighbors."

There was the puppy, tied ruthlessly to the tree, whining and howling day and night forever, keeping so many people awake.

The months of the barking dog were followed by a summer of out of control toddlers, screaming, swearing, tearing things apart. That was last summer. I rounded up a bunch of their toys and balls they had hurled over the fence and offered them back to the kids, who took them back, then one of them took a ball and hurled it right back at my face. "Ok," I thought, "so that's how it's going to be." I dread this summer.

I told my cats last night, "I need to get out of here. I really need to get out of here." In the last week, I've called several places listed for rent in rural Benton county. So far, no luck on finding somewhere I can both afford and that allows cats, but I feel good that I am at least making the move to look. I did let my brother, my landlord, know.

Being sick, I've had too much time to, for one example, cruise craigslist. That is not a happy camper hobby, if you like animals. It can drive me nuts to see the way people are giving away and getting rid of animals and their reasons. Craigslist is where you find all the unfixed unwanted kittens and cats. It's like a waking nightmare, to read the pet posts. I need to stay off that site.

Friday, June 04, 2010

Saying Goodbye to Jack Tonight

Jack/Gaki, the Heartland cat, is not going to get any better I don't think. He got better for awhile, then his eyes got worse with a vengence again, are bleeding and terribly inflamed. He's in miserable pain. I don't think there is hope I can help him overcome this. The infection cleared up, but not the extreme conjunctivitis. I used the antiviral drops until they were gone on him, but I cannot afford more. And I don't think it's kind to let him suffer any longer.

I am taking him back to Heartland tomorrow and his suffering will end. This is very hard on me. He was happy here very briefly. He acted like he finally had a family, a place to belong. The other cats were accepting him. He got a bad bad cold within two days of arriving here, then seemed to get over it. I kept him confined in a rabbit hutch while he recovered, and when he was mostly recovered, I let him free roam. Some of my cats caught the cold and recovered.

But, not long after he recovered, he came down with sudden extreme bilateral conjunctivitis, the likes of which I've never seen in severity. That was oh let's see, about ten days ago. I realize it takes quite some time to recover from something like that.

He is not an easy customer to eye medicate. He is a biter and a whacker, but we reached a truce on that regard and I was able finally to get his eyes medicated routinely. But despite medications, including antibiotic ointment and the antiviral drops, he has not made a recovery. Except the horrendous green gunk drainage ended. Now, it's just the inflammation, but I can't seem to get a handle on it. I don't know why.

His conjunctiva is bright red and raw, bleeding at times, and extends half over each eye. This is terribly painful. I wash his eyes with saline solution three times daily, which he doesn't like, and have continued the meds, to keep his eyes lubed, and the anti viral drops until they ran out.

I don't know what to do anymore other than hand him back to Heartland and end his suffering.

I don't want to, but his suffering is great.

In other news, there are nonstop free kitten ads on craigslist, most originating out of Lebanon. I give up. What is the point of trying to get cats fixed in this county? People don't care. These kittens will be picked up by people who won't fix them and they'll go on to reproduce and reproduce down the line. There isn't any way to solve this problem when people have ways to get the cats in to be fixed, but just won't and don't care. The poor kittens in the ad below are being given away at just five weeks of age. Five weeks.


5 free kittens absolutly adorable free no rehoming fee (lebanon)

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Date: 2010-06-04, 7:26PM PDT
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there's 5 lil cuties
there 5 weeks old.! and healthy.!
4 black
1 black and white
come get em while there hot.!
take em like ya stole em.! :)
thank you and god bless.!~
my cell 971-240-0306

Allied Insterstate Debt Collectors Harrassment Calls Stopped by Oregon Dept of Justice

I received dozens of calls from an unknown number on my trac fone. It was soooo frustrating I can't even say. I use the trac fone only for emergencies, since I am not exactly financially lubed, and to communicate with the vet clinic, when I have cats being fixed.

So the harassment was terrible. I'd answer, even pull over somewhere when driving, to see if it was the vet clinic calling, only to find it was another of the calls from the debt collecting agency. I had found out who was responsible by typing the number calling into the search engine.

The Internet is full of complaints against Florida based Allied Interstate debt collectors.

I filed a complaint online. I filed a complaint with the FCC. And, I filed a complaint with the Oregon Department of Justice. This is a department that needs fully funded and they are my heroes.

Getting a phone number in Albany, Oregon seems to come with liability. Seems a lot of people here owe a lot of other people money.

I had my long time credit card rate jacked, from 9% APR to 30% APR, which prompted a quick cancellation. That rate jacking I was told, by Capital One, was solely due to the zip code where I live. Apparently, in my zip code, there are many people who owe money, so I got rate jacked because I live where I do. That so sucks. Seems like discrimination by zip code which should be illegal, right?

My land line was had before me by someone in Albany who must owe everyone in the world money. I still get the debt collection calls for the former owner of my landline number. Then came the trac fone, and with it, a string of debt collectors calling, on debt owed by various Albany residents who have had this trac fone number before me. I can't seem to escape it. My only resource of help has been the Oregon Department of justice who has stopped these harassers, targeting me in error, in their tracks.

The pathetic letter of justification, written by Allied Interstate company owner to the Department of Justice, offers no apology for their behavior in targeting me in error. They claim to have made 34 calls to my number. It was more than that. Even it was 34 calls, that is telephonic harrassment! No stranger has a right to harrass someone on that scale!

They claim they did nothing wrong in doing so and that they finally ceased when I told them who I was.

Here's what he didn't fess up to. He didn't fess up to the fact when I called them on two occasions, besides also calling their corporate office number, to let them know, in rather blunt language, that they had no ethics or integrity, that their first representative I talked to, refused to tell me what company he worked for or why they were calling, unless I would first give him my Capital One card number. I have no account with Capital One since the rate jacking.

He became vulgar and threatening, because I would not give him this information. The second time I called them, a woman answered and also refused to talk to me unless I gave her my capital one account number, which led me to believe they were scammers, intent on stealing my ID or just emptying bank accounts. I asked them to stop calling my number and she became flippant and sarcastic. People were laughing in the background. The calls continued.

I was driving with a friend, who was going to help me end my misery, by putting me on her cell account and help me get a phone, when they called again. This time the woman was slightly more sympathetic.

I told her straight up their unrelenting harassment was why I was in a car right now, headed off to a wireless phone store, so I could ditch this trac fone with its tainted number and their harassment, and that they had no soul and how could human beings behave like they were behaving.

It was this that finally led her to tell me who she worked for and without demanding first my Capital One card number, (which of course I do not have), the name of the person they were really out to get, some Albany guy who owes money.

And finally the calls stopped. Mother fucking asshole company who thinks it is ok to harass people even in error.

What kind of people are they? They are, as I told them in the corporate office message, people without souls, without ethics or moral compasses to guide them and I feel sorry for them.

But, I also think they should cool their harassing asses in jail cells. All of them.

Lebanon Man Calls me a "Flag Happy Cat Geek"?

I contacted this Lebanon person, who posted the ad below, from a different of his ads, offering help getting any mom cats fixed. In fact, he said he has three unfixed mom cats. He declined help, but then reposted his free kitten ad, with the following, and I think he's referring to me but I'm not positive:



Call me for a cool cat!

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3 kittens for a small(10 dollars) rehoming and adopton fee.Call me ,quick,because the do good flag happy cat geek is all over these adds!Peace! 541 990 4686


I sent him an e-mail and asked if he is referring to me. I told him overpopulation is no laughing matter and that being kind and responsible, by fixing one's cats, is a good thing, not something to be ridiculed.

Here is my response, posted on craigslist Corvallis/Albany pets. It likely will be flagged quickly.

Re: Flag happy Cat Geek

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The man posting free kittens ads, referring to the flag happy cat geek, might be referring to me. I don't flag. I don't mind being called names, if he is. I am often called names. I did contact him offering to get his mom cats fixed. The reasons I do that are to try to stop overpopulation horrors, not for any other reason. Not far from where this person lives, I've taken in 16 adults to be fixed, from a trailer park, and netted two little kittens, living in the poop encrusted corner of an old woman's bedroom. They went to a foster shelter in West Linn, where the calico kitten is fighting for her life and may have leukemia, which is spread by breeding and fighting. There are many more unfixed cats at that same Lebanon trailer park.

Not far from that trailer park, last week, I got 20 adult cats fixed and dug 18 kittens out of various locations from an old rotted pallet in a field to hidden spots in a nonfunctioning car. One died, from laying in water for a day. I had 17 kittens in my bathroom, many with kitty colds, which was overwhelming and finally others, in Portland, stepped in to help. That's 38 cats and kittens from one situation in one week. I use funds from a Beaverton nonprofit, to get all these cats fixed and donations to Poppa Inc. are very much needed since almost all their funds now go to this area. (Donate at www.poppainc.org and if you do, THANK YOU) In addition, the vet where I take the cats to be fixed, requires the cats be flea treated. I have to come up with the money myself to cover Advantage. I also worm the cats. This is difficult on my tiny income. I do love cats and want to make a difference for them.

Overpopulation really isn't funny at all. It's horrible. Am I a cat geek? I don't know. I am a geek probably. I love reading and learning. I also like action. But, the man who posted, responded to say he wasn't referring to me, if I'm not the one flagging, which I'm not. Yay on that.


The guy says he's not referring to me as the flag happy cat geek. I have my doubts, since we corresponded about fixing the cats, but I'll take his word on it. And I don't really care if he is.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

New Reel Mower

Wouldn't you think this would be made in America?
You would be wrong.
My old one, with the frozen bearing was. Look at the bottom right of the metal label, riveted onto the old brush bar. It matters to me. I will restore the old made in the U.S.A. mower.


My brother sent me a new reel lawn mower. It's brand name "American Lawn Mower Company". He was sure it would be made in America, like the one I had with the rusted frozen bearing. When I wiped off the rust and found, on the brush bar of that ancient mower, the words, "Made in U.S.A." my heart swelled with pride.

I thought this one was made in America too. My brother got it at a lumber company. But, plastered prominently on the box containing the American Mower Company Reel Mower, was, in printe, "Made in China". My heart fell. My respect for the product fell too.

I am going to fix that old mower made in America. It is solid, all metal and deserves to keep on mowing.

This new one seems solid in the blade assembly, but the handle assembly is part plastic and its' parts do not fit together tightly. In addition, the handle bends when I push the mower and the blades do not cut half as well as the old one, when it ran.

I will resurrect the better built old real American mower. This one is a fake. To find out a mower, with such a name American Mower Company, is really made in China makes me feel duped and dirty.

That should be a crime, to call a company American Lawn Mower company when the mowers are made in China. I'm very hopeful my brother will take it back in outrage. Time to take a stand. I left him a message about it.

A Cat Needs Help! Donate Anything You Can and Pass it Along!

Another blog, Parade of Second Chances, has posted an urgent need for donations to cover surgery for a badly abused cat. I know you people out there reading are the best of the best. If you can come up with any dough, even a tiny bit, send it their way, would you? Click the post title to go to the cats story and information on donating to help.

OutCast

My niece is graduating this weekend from high school. I received a formal invitation. When I contacted my older brother, I told him I had no suitable clothes to wear, that my clothes are all rags. He said they'd be able to get me some maybe.

I never heard anything more on that regard. Meanwhile, my younger brother said we'd all stay up there in Portland for the weekend, and catch up, like a family.

But, the age old problem rears its head. I can't pay for a motel room. I don't have that kind of money. It's an awkward thing, to do anything with anybody if you have no money. If someone in the group wants to go out to eat, for instance, that's something I can't afford to do. If my brothers and their families would want to go out to the movies, I have to make some excuse, because I cannot afford such things. Or they have to fumble and try to decide, in fervent whisperings, who will come up with the money for my ticket.

My older brother finally sent out to his e-mail list a list of events associated with his daughter's graduation. I told him I would try to make it to the brunch but that would be all I could do, due to the clothing issue.

Today, I told him, via e-mail, I would likely not make it even to the brunch since I am sick. He did respond, one sentence, that that is fine, that I couldn't make it.

I think my younger brother and his family might be headed up there today for the long weekend and her graduation. I'm not sure. I'm not in their communication loop and I don't want to ask. It's too awkward, really. But the reasons are practical. It's about money.

It takes money to go stay in Portland for a weekend, and I could never/would never attend a graduation in ragged jeans, faded and full of holes, and shoes with holes in them. I would not want to embarrass my niece like that. Or my brothers and their families. I don't even know my niece. While she grew up, I we in the mental system and my brothers were not exactly family oriented, except to their own families of course.

Income disparities create huge crevices between people/families that are often impassable.

I am the outcast, the awkward relative, with a past nobody wants to bring up or to stare in the eyes, my eyes. It's only hard on me, not them. I keep trying to do something with them, my brothers and their families, but I know they have their own lives and always have and I've never been a part of those lives, being shut away like I was, in the abusive lonely mental health system.

Now, that I escaped that hell, after 30 years of my life was stolen from me, I come out and find I have nobody at all to call family.

Since leaving the system, I've been on the hunt for a niche, for people, a tribe, somewhere to fit in. Sure I'm damaged goods from decades of isolation and abuse. A soul can only keep on trying, til the end, and that is what I will do.

I am the revered leader of this clan of cats living here. Some people would call me a cat slave. Either way, I do have that.

In other news, the oil spill effects are terrible I can't watch coverage of it anymore. It was all over for me, watching, on my computer, Anderson Cooper showing birds just drenched in oil, gasping for breath. It is a terrible thing what is happening down there, very terrible. Will this propel us to think twice before we drive or use oil based products like plastics? Probably not.

Most of us would not have any idea how to get along without oil products. I am one of those people.

We live so far from our jobs and families. Even from food sources. Much of our food is shipped in from far distant places. Our whole society and those across the planet would have to change fundamentally, to decrease oil reliance.

For one thing, we would have to use mostly local goods and foods. We're not set up in every community to be self-sustaining on any level. Everything is shipped in from medical supplies, to clothes, to building materials to food. Even local merchants don't sell locally produced goods to any degree.

Communities would need to reorganize so people could walk to work, or take public transit. People commute long distances to work now. It's tough to find any job. Transit systems would have to become user friendly, and allow shopping bags on buses and trains, more than what you can hold on your lap, to avoid the necessity of multiple trips when shopping.

People would need to share rides more. Many people love to drive. I do. I don't like riding with others, especially people whose driving habits might be questionable.

Business and pleasure flights to far off places would have to end. Planes consume massive quantities of fuel.

Then there are all the other products made from oil, too numerous to even comprehend. Life without oil would be very very different. Like I say, most of us have no idea how that would be accomplished.

One day, human kind will have to live without oil, because it will be gone. I'll be dead by then. Long dead.

Check Out Craigslist Post. Woman gets Free Kittens, then Resells Them for Bucks

Supposedly it's some big woman from Corvallis, according to the post below, picking up free kittens then reselling them or something:

Male Tuxedo Kitten /please help (albany)

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Date: 2010-06-02, 1:22PM PDT
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please help me.. I gave all three of my kittens to gal that said she wanted them for her room mates. she came and got them then put them right back on here and sold them. she was a bigger girl and was from corvallis.. i have her number its a 503 area code.. if any one got one of my kittens please call. 541-497-4311 iam not looking ot get them back just want to know if you have any info on the lady you got the kittens from. I am turning her in for fraud.... my kittens where one tuxedo and one all litte little black one and one tripped gray white and black.. 541-497-3411 please call


Location: albany
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests


Then, there is this post (below).
Here kitty kitty kitty

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Date: 2010-06-02, 9:29PM PDT
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3 tiger striped kittens for a small rehoming fee.Please adopt one ,and dont flag my add.we donate all proceeds.also pet food donations accepted.10 dollars,your choice.God Bless.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

DMV Crapola

To be talked down to, by whomever this evening answers the DMV phone, about this problem on whether or not my payment went through, is really disgusting.

She wanted to tell me my computer probably didn't allow the payment because their site is secure and my computer isn't set up right for secure payments. I pretty much said "bullshit" because I pay elsewhere online and did renew my registration online the last time it was due. While the first DMV operator was very helpful, this one, this evening, talked to me like I was a child. I did not appreciate it.

She said I needed to get some computer knowledgable person to come to my house and help me. She said they wouldn't have any idea if my payment went through until tomorrow whereas the person this morning, said they could tell in a couple of hours. She also said the only way I'd really know would be to call my credit card company. I said, you know what that's like, a half hour on hold, being disconnected at least once, never really getting information you need.

She had no sympathy for my plight with their website problem and whether my payment went through or not. My friend said it was likely end of shift and the woman didn't want to deal with it.

I'm so sick, bad bad cold, have been sleeping all day. I returned the four cats anyhow, took the trap left there, because it is apparent they will not trap for the two left needing fixed, including a pregnant female. I am dismayed, in many ways, that such a situation went unresolved so long, when the man could have taken care of it much sooner, resulting in far lower costs. But why would he care, when he has not taken on any of the costs. They donated enough to cover the cost of fixing four of the 37 cats and kittens.

My own costs for bait, gas, wormer, flea treatment, KMR were high. And the costs to the fosterers have already been high. That includes for food, KMR, medicines, and one kitten already had to go to the vet. He got a high temp suddenly last night, but is now doing ok. It was one of the icicle boys, the bottle babes.

I believe it is the one who was "rattling" when here, due to possibly inhaling water or falling into the water dish put inside the cardboard box. They were bottle babes, incapable of eating or drinking on their own. The water dish put inside the box is what immediately spilled when they then moved the box, causing the kittens to lay in water until I went out and got them.

With still at least two cats, one pregnant, maybe more, needing caught and fixed, I would have hoped they would be hell bent on getting them caught and this done. But no, apparently they're not. Well, I'm doing the best I can at getting it under control quickly. If I wasn't sick, I'd be up there trying to get those last two. I was told there may be two torti's, and if that is the case, then there are at least three more to catch, two of those would be females at least.

Summer Come!

Summer has not been seen in Oregon for many months now. Summer's long awaited return is overdue and we, in Oregon, fear something terrible may have happened to Summer.

I am sick, started getting sick last night, a cold I think this time, not allergies, but I could be wrong. The wet and cold doesn't help me brave my illness well.

I was tired last night and fell asleep on the couch! I need to return the four colony cats fixed yesterday, but it's just pouring out there and we are supposed to have maybe record breaking heavy rain today.

The cats are really happy just lounging in the traps in my car, but the two big males, with their big male smell, will start getting my cats agitated.

At the vet clinic up in Wilsonville, I was very sorry to hear one of their techs, a very smart competent young woman, is moving back to N. Carolina, to be closer to family. She said she just can't do it, be so far from them, anymore. And she's tired of Oregon's horrid weather. We will all miss her.

We've had a no good spring here in Oregon, very wet and cold, like winter. Everyone is aching literally for sunshine and it just doesn't come. It's June and the sun should be showing through every now and then at least, shouldn't be storming like its winter and freezing still. Gardens have been given up on. Summer we fear has got it in for Oregon, like a spat or a grudge and is punishing Oregon by just not coming around.

Summer, I personally love you. What do you need, to make a showing here, a sacrifice, gifts thrown into the sea for you? Please, Summer, come, you can stay with me, I have a room made up for you already, and I just love you.

What else do I hate? Online bill pay for DMV. I try to renew registration online, and get to the final step, of payment, click submit, and what comes up, on my browser? The page that comes up next is: This Web page has expired. What the fuck? now I have no clue if the payment and information went through or not. So I try to call DMV, to ask what to do now, and they said they don't know, maybe wait a day, and call them, see if they can tell if it went through.

Don't pay your bills online. Especially not on a state run website.


The neighbor down the block likes to parking lot his excess vehicles square in front of my bedroom. I want to go smash his windshield. He can park his own vehicle in front of his own god damn house.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Gun Trouble in Oregon

There are just too many whack jobs packing heat in Oregon.

The young man shot to death in Portland by police would be alive today if he had not had a stolen gun in the glove compartment and, then, in the hormonal charge and heat of a police confrontation, he grabbed that gun and shot an officer twice in the legs. He was then shot and killed by police. No gun in the glove compartment? He'd be alive, not six feet under.

Then there was the "good citizen" who witnessed the theft of three cell phones, and took it upon himself to kneel and shoot at the thieves taking off in their car, in an area with people waiting for a bus across the street, and other car traffic. He had no regard for others lives.

Whack job. He feels he did the right thing. Bullshit. He could have killed someone. The cops can't shoot at a fleeing car. Only gang bangers do that. And people hyped up on their own egos and hormones and packing guns.

Today, in the local paper, a story about a father and son, who became enraged at a local gas station, down here off I5, when they felt someone's vehicle was blocking a gas pump. What to do. Oh, pull out guns. And that they did.

One man pointed his gun at another man and threatened to shoot him. His 18 year old son pulled out another gun. According to a witness, a child from the same vehicle, no doubt unaware their family adults were engaged in an adult tantrum, ran in front of the pumped shotgun. They were chased down by state police. Mother fuckers.

No guns handy, and there may have been some words, but not guns pulled and pointed at other human beings, with threats to end their lives, over a fucking gas pump.

Hot heads out there, lose the guns. You are a danger to sane folks just trying to live. You're a danger to yourselves too.

Too many temper hot whackos in Oregon carrying heat.

Photos of Four Cats, 2 Boys, 2 Girls, Fixed Today

Young Torti Point Siamese female, being spayed today.
Massive Lynx Pt. Siamese male, being neutered today.
The Lynx Pt. again.
Young Brown tabby tux female, up being fixed also.
Big Black dominant male, the Lynx Pt.'s nemesis. They're being neutered together. So fitting.

Peace, through surgical procedure. That was to be my big Jody the Cat Trapper for Governor of Oregon slogan.

Caught Four More at Colony. Raccoon and Cat Photos

Guess who I caught this evening? Yup. Both these big guys. They can be neutered side by side! I also caught a young brown tabby tux and a young torti pt. Siamese. We didn't count them in those left. I still have a fluffy black to catch, another torti, and another DMH Lynx Pt. Siamese, who looks pregnant.
Raccoon, orange and white fixed male, and, AND, another medium hair Lynx Pt. not yet fixed who looks pregnant.

Raccoon, unfixed fluffy black kitty, and the big buff tabby male fixed last week.
Raccoon and the orange and white young male fixed last week.
Raccoon and the black male fixed last week.
Young DSH Lynx Pt. spayed last week.
The spayed young Lynx Pt. again.
This black still needs caught and fixed.
The Big Buff tabby male fixed last week.
Black male fixed last week and young brown tabby tux, whom I subsequently caught to be fixed.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

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.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

BP Temp Fix Idea---Mine. Capture Escaping oil with Balloon.

I have an idea to temp fix the BP oil leak, flooding the gulf with sticky brown goo.

It involves huge huge balloons. That's right. Balloons. Made of really tough stuff. At the bottom the balloon would be attached to a heavy steel loop with heavy duty hooks and that steel hoop would be anchored over the leak. Gauges would release all hooks simulataneously when a certain pressure inside the balloon triggered the sensor. At the same time, the bottom of the balloon would be cynched shut. The balloon would rise. Why? Because, I hear, there's a lot of gas mixed into the oil. Otherwise, ballast would raise it slowly. Expansion, from decreased pressure upon rising from the depths, would be accounted for. Once up top, the oil/water mix would be pumped out through a filter that would seperate the oil and water.

I think I've done my share. That's the big idea.

Many such balloons could lay in wait, while one fills, to be immediately hooked into place.

This is a temp thing, to capture some or most of the oil escaping.

I think it's a great idea. Remember, you heard it here first!

Three More Cats Fixed Today

Black tux female, from Lebanon colony, spayed today.
A big unfixed Lynx Point male, defers, when confronted by the big black male, and heads on up the driveway. I ran into the two males facing off when returning four of the six cats fixed yesterday.
The two big unfixed boys square off.
Black male, gearing for a fight.
These are the two girls trapped by a different woman, outside Lebanon, when trapping for a raccoon killing their chickens. Both were lactating. The woman was horrified, because they lit their burnpile today. She wonders if the kittens were deep inside it. I hope not.


I took up three more cats to be fixed today. The black tux short hair, from the Lebanon colony, was not a male at all. It was yet another female, but, happily, pregnant, not lactating.

I was moments from leaving for the clinic, when I checked my e-mail. A Lebanon woman had trapped two cats when after a raccoon and did not want to release them unfixed. I guess she had posted on craigslist for help and someone sent her my e-mail. Guess it was lucky I took time to check my mail early this morning.

I asked if she could meet me at Home Depot within 20 minutes and she was there and grateful. Both were girls. And both were, sadly, lactating. She will hunt for the kittens. The girls are already home and ready to be released, since the clinic uses gas anesthesia and they are under barely ten minutes. Also, they have a laser they use on the wound after surgery, not only for pain relief, but, it has been found, it quickens the healing process by leaps and bounds.

All ten kittens in my bathroom are leaving tomorrow. I am happy, and yet I will miss their antics, sheer innocence in the face of all the tragedies of life, and the fact they recover from their hardships simply if a toy is placed in front of their face! Course a bowl of food is nice too, and even a syringe full of warm KMR, even if they can eat on their own.

I have two moms in with them, the contented torti, as I call her, who was really very happy to return to my bathroom after her spay, eager even. The black and white female, fixed yesterday, mom of the three bottle babes, one now deceased, is also in the bathroom, but not so eager to be there and not so eager to mom anybody, even her own kittens. The torti on the other hand, would accept any and all kittens, I think, and be good with it.

I am returning four of the six fixed yesterday (minus the two moms), settling the female fixed today in for the night then settling in for a very very early night off myself, phone off the hook. It's pampering take it easy time!

Friday, May 28, 2010

Cold, Cold World

Hypothermic little kitten.
Black and white mom, fixed today, with two of her three kittens.
The two latest kittens from the Lebanon colony.

I am exhausted. I am frustrated and sad, too. And horrified.

I get back from taking six more cats from the Lebanon colony, off a rural road east of town, to be fixed, the torti from my bathroom, a black and white young female cat, two more flame points, one a female, one a male, and the big long hair orange and white, who had a severe URI.

The orange and white male's URI was severe enough the vet really really wanted to inject him with the two week antibiotic. Despite the expense, I finally agreed. Then the big Flame point male had a bad abscess, from fighting, on a front paw and bad ear mites. I agreed to the ear mite treatment and the vet cleaned and drained the abscess at no charge, thank god.

I went to the rest area and tried to sleep some.

I got back fairly late, and was planning on taking the weekend off after the sheer joy AND misery of caring for so many kittens and doing all that work on that Lebanon colony. Then I get a call from the daughter of the Lebanon man with the cats. They found the black and white females' kittens. I had told them yesterday I thought she had kittens in their shop barn because she hung out around it. We'd gone looking, and I ended tripping over a trailer hitch hidden in very tall thick grass. But they wouldn't open the shop itself, which was locked, to look, claiming they couldn't be in there because they would know it, since they are in there a lot.

But they were in there. She said they were young but old enough she thought to eat wet food, so, when they found them mid day today they put them in a cardboard box, she said, with wet food and a water dish. I went up immediately tonight.

I knew they were going to be freezing and hypothermic. She had said one just would lay on its side and not move but cry. She thought it must be injured. She said she had a home for one of them.

I knew this was not going to be a good scene with babies that young overnight in freezing weather. They can't generate their own body heat well until they're older.

I went out, and the man pulled out the box. The bottom was wet. There was not so much as a towel for them to lay on. Two were screaming but active and the other was screaming and laying flat out. I picked that one up and it was ice cold. I thought, "How did this kitten survive, laying in water, from the water dish, for that long?" The outlook was not good I know. His tongue was blue and his body stiff. I tucked him immediately into my bra against my skin. The man was saying "Well he must be injured." I said, "No, he's freezing to death." I took his hand and put it on the little body so he could feel the ice cold himself.

I sat in my car with the motor running and the heater vent blowing on him for probably 15 minutes, trying to get his body back to life. He revived somewhat, enough for me to head home. I tucked him back into my bra for the drive home.

I can't get him to warm up though. His heart is failing. This was all so unnecessary.

Pisses me off, too. And they had trapped another black and white male. Now I have him to deal with. I should have turned him loose I think. Monday is a holiday. If I don't find somewhere to get him fixed tomorrow, well I have to, I can't hold an unneutered adult male here until next week. Pisses me off because I'm worn out.

The two kittens will live and the third, who laid in water for half a day, will die. He can't survive that. He's only two weeks old.

All my difficulties are compounded by Jack, the Heartland cat, who, after seeming to get over his slurpy cold, broke out in sudden extreme bilateral conjunctivitis. It is so extreme his eyelids are bleeding and half over his eyes, bright bloody red. The only other cat I took care of, who got bilateral conjunctivitis this bad was Little Miss Sunshine, now known as Tsarina and who lives in Ridgefield now.

It was the Neuterscooter vet who said, "For gosh sakes, use a corticosteroid," and proceeded to prescribe eye ointment containing it. As long as there is no tear or ulcer on the cornea, she said, she'll be fine. It worked almost instantly, comparitively speaking, and within four days, she was much improved. I'd already taken her to a vet twice.

So far, Jack has no tear or ulcer. He is unbelievably impossible to medicate due to his extreme aggression, which has come out again with the stress he is under with the pain of such severe conjunctivitis.

He went after me tonight when I tried to treat his eyes, not just biting when I tried to medicate him, but literally charging at me swinging at me and trying to bite me. This is probably one of those cats who is too damaged and maybe should have been euthanized as he cannot even be a barn cat if there are children who live near because he's tame and wants petted, but he can suddenly decide to turn and come after you and bite.

I wish he'd had a rabies vaccine before he came here from Heartland, being the biter he is. He gets along with other cats, and as long as he lives on his terms, he does not go after me. But, medicating his eyes is a different story and is dangerous for me to even try. If I don't, he'll lose both eyes. I guess what he came down with is something that has gone around Heartland, the cold that seems to end, then the sudden outbreak of bilateral conjunctivitis. In most cats, medicating with antibiotic eye ointment does the trick, but not with a cat like Jack, who cannot be medicated without entering the danger zone. True ferals are far easier to medicate, because they are just scared. This cat comes at me with a vengence. He has been abused by someone.

Update: the frozen kitten has died.

I suppose losing only one of the 18 from this terrible situation should not feel bad. But tonight it does feel bad. I'm worn out.

I feel a pride, that in one short week, 16 adults have been fixed, all but four and maybe only three, because the big Flame Point might be the one they call the white male, and 17 kittens are going to have live as a result.

This has been one very difficult week. It's almost over though. Seven of the kittens went to Heartland and they vowed they would not be euthanized, that they are a different shelter now from the one I once knew. The two fluffy boys went there as did Dandelion, the buff boy, and Vixen the long hair torti. Two short hair torti's went and so did Prancer, the long hair Lynx Points' little funny brown tabby tux girl.

I have ten more as a result of the two living kittens from tonight, in my bathroom, but they are all leaving on Sunday for various foster homes. I won't see them again.

All the adults will be back home by Sunday too and I won't trap for the last three until later next week. There are two all blacks left to catch. One for sure is a male and the littler one I'm betting is also a female. And if so, she'll have kittens somewhere. Then there is the second torti. The only hope I have for any kittens out there we haven't found is there are a lot of mothers there, who will take on any kitten, whose own kittens I stole away, so the raccoons and hawks and the cold, cold world won't take them.

I took kittens from the cold, cold world into one of love and warmth. I stole a lot of kittens from the cold dark vicious jungle this week.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Q-Tip Boys


Both these kittens went to Heartland this afternoon.

Wrong Torti!

Tabby male, showing off his eartip, after his release this morning.
The Lynx Point fixed last Monday, out in the grass.
The wrong torti, with too many kittens. The orange tux little boy is the one who is very ill and almost died last night, but I think he'll be fine.
Two of the older kittens.
Dandelion, the buff short hair male kitten.

This morning, when I returned the seven adults from the colony fixed yesterday, the caretaker daughter had trapped three more. All three are flame points. This will be five flamepoints so far fixed from there.

She also showed me a photo she took last night, of another torti adult. I looked at the photo and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, that is the mom of the white calico kitten. Who is the torti in my bathroom?" The torti in my bathroom looked like a male to me originally, big looking jowels. In any event, she's not the mom I thought she was, but nonetheless, the kittens love her.

I brought back the three Flamepoints, after releasing the other seven. Nine adults have now been fixed from the colony. I have four more in hand, counting the bathroom torti.

There are at least seven more I know of needing caught and fixed: two more all blacks, one a huge male.

There are two more black and whites, one of whom is more white than black, young and likely female while the other is huge and fluffy with just a big fluffy white chest spot. That one is a male.

There is a huge white male, with some gray on its face. This one I haven't seen, but the daughter took a photo of him. He's a Lynx Point looker and massive.

There is a big fluffy orange tux male too.

And there is another torti.

With the four to be fixed tomorrow, 13 adults will have been fixed from there and 15 kittens removed, 28 cats so far.

Heartland has agreed to take some of the kittens and this is wonderful. I'm taking some over now. They are breaking out in conjunctivitis and colds one by one. The little hisser boy orange tux male I thought was going to die last night, he got a sudden onset cold so bad with bilateral conjunctivitis. However, steaming, clindamycin, fluids, some coritisone ointment rubbed on his sore red nose and idoxuridin antiviral eyedrops, the very last I had, pulled him back from the edge of oblivion. He still looks bad but he's eating. I must get more of those drops. They are magic.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Photos of Seven Cats Fixed Today

I took up only seven of the 8 cats I trapped yesterday at the colony. The torti, who is in the bathroom with the kittens, will be fixed later. Todays fixes were five boys and two girls. After delivering them to the clinic, I drove to the rest area and slept until 1:00 p.m. when the clinic called to say they were done. I was exhasuted, you see. I could not sleep last night due to knee pain. I'm very tired right now and I"m going to bed.

Brown tabby male, fixed today.
Big Buff tabby male, fixed today.
Young vocal Flame Pt. male, fixed today.
Black male, fixed today.
Orange and white male, short hair, with URI and conjunctivitis, fixed today.DSH Black tux female, spayed today.
Short hair young Lynx Pt. Siamese female, spayed today.