Jeanne in Baltimore would like to adopt Sage. But how to get her there. Anyone out there who reads this, do you or somone you know travel, for business or pleasure, to the east coast?
If you do, and would tag along a cat, contact me.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
I Had No Idea!!! 1% of Oregonians Now Hold Medical Mary Jane Cards
Click post title to go to local paper's editorial, that recommends a no vote on the latest pot happy state ballot measure.
I got nothing againt pot users. They're not strung out meth users, that's for sure. They're not angry screaming drunks pounding on their wife or husband or kids, or out there killing people driving drunk.
But what they are is unmotivated and uninteresting. That's what I've found. When I run into someone who goes on and on about something, and off on tangents, but will not even recognize responses, like you're not even there, I usually find out later, they're chronic potheads. You can't have a conversation with one of them. And they don't get off their butts much either. No motivation. Too many potheads never fix their cats or notice their kids.
I've smoked weed a few times. It really really really affects me. I have to have like four days to recover. I've smoked it a grand total of three times in my life.
I can't say I like not being in reality or able to function because I'm not.
I've known people disabled totally from function due to pot addiction. I have met lots of pot addicts. No matter what some say, it is highly addictive. I've met people who spend every dime they can find on pot, not paying bills, not buying food for the family, just that addicted.
I still think it's a freedom issue and if someone wants to smoke it, they should be able to do so and long as their behavior does not adversely affect others.
I got nothing againt pot users. They're not strung out meth users, that's for sure. They're not angry screaming drunks pounding on their wife or husband or kids, or out there killing people driving drunk.
But what they are is unmotivated and uninteresting. That's what I've found. When I run into someone who goes on and on about something, and off on tangents, but will not even recognize responses, like you're not even there, I usually find out later, they're chronic potheads. You can't have a conversation with one of them. And they don't get off their butts much either. No motivation. Too many potheads never fix their cats or notice their kids.
I've smoked weed a few times. It really really really affects me. I have to have like four days to recover. I've smoked it a grand total of three times in my life.
I can't say I like not being in reality or able to function because I'm not.
I've known people disabled totally from function due to pot addiction. I have met lots of pot addicts. No matter what some say, it is highly addictive. I've met people who spend every dime they can find on pot, not paying bills, not buying food for the family, just that addicted.
I still think it's a freedom issue and if someone wants to smoke it, they should be able to do so and long as their behavior does not adversely affect others.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
More Cat Photos
The N. Albany swamp kittens now.
Starry!
Peko!
Nemo!
I hope Peko gets a home this weekend. Someone is coming to meet him Saturday.
In other news, I see the folks down on Lyons are loading up a big old white van tonight, like they're moving. I hope they don't leave all those cats behind. They never would let me get them all fixed. "Let me" like it wasn't their responsibility in the first place.
The guy let me take up three males and a female, with two small kittens, when his wife was gone, but when she came back, she would not let me get those kittens fixed, nor another male they had, still unfixed. They've been letting cats breed there for at least three years. I had been there twice before, when they said they wanted them fixed, only to have the wife change her mind last second and pull them out of the carrier. I had all but given up until the husband contacted me, sick of sharing space with so many animals. And junk. The place was a big old junkpile inside.
All I think about, to see that van they're loading up, is what about their animals, will they leave them as so many in this town do, like they're so much trash.
Starry!
Peko!
Nemo!I hope Peko gets a home this weekend. Someone is coming to meet him Saturday.
In other news, I see the folks down on Lyons are loading up a big old white van tonight, like they're moving. I hope they don't leave all those cats behind. They never would let me get them all fixed. "Let me" like it wasn't their responsibility in the first place.
The guy let me take up three males and a female, with two small kittens, when his wife was gone, but when she came back, she would not let me get those kittens fixed, nor another male they had, still unfixed. They've been letting cats breed there for at least three years. I had been there twice before, when they said they wanted them fixed, only to have the wife change her mind last second and pull them out of the carrier. I had all but given up until the husband contacted me, sick of sharing space with so many animals. And junk. The place was a big old junkpile inside.
All I think about, to see that van they're loading up, is what about their animals, will they leave them as so many in this town do, like they're so much trash.
Sage and her Boys
This is the mom, considered feral, but Sage is not feral at all, and her four boys, who were fixed last week, and arrived filthy, alive in fleas and soaking wet, from being hosed down in the carriers a neighbor had held them in for at least a day. They are unwanted there.
Yes, I turned weak. They're still here and will be up for adoption.
Tykes!
Dickens!
Keiko!
Shaggy!
Sage!
Echo and Fantasia Sister Fight
Echo considers strategy.
I'm innocent, totally.
Fighting makes me hungry.
Linn County Residents Sicker, Fatter Than State Average
Click post title to go to article. 66% of Linn County residents are supposedly obese. Those numbers have trickled down I believe I read from 2005. The numbers might be even worse now.
We're sicker here too.
I need to start exercising so as to NOT be one of these grim embarrassing statistics here.
I also think a lack of personal health habits might go along with the animal overpopulation problem here. Look at this craigslist ad, someone who got a kitten as a daughters birthday present even though the landlord where they live does not allow pets. Got it free, now selling the kitten for $40.
3 month old Kitten needs good home (Lebanon)
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This adorable kitten is approximately 3 months old, is litter trained and is quite the loving snuggler. He was a birthday gift for my daughter, but we are not able to keep him in our apartment. She is asking for a $40 rehoming fee. He comes with a full sized, covered litter box and two full size food and water dishes. It will be hard to let him go so we want to make sure he goes to a good home. We need to find him a home ASAP so that we do not get in trouble with our landlord. Please email above if you are interested.
We're sicker here too.
I need to start exercising so as to NOT be one of these grim embarrassing statistics here.
I also think a lack of personal health habits might go along with the animal overpopulation problem here. Look at this craigslist ad, someone who got a kitten as a daughters birthday present even though the landlord where they live does not allow pets. Got it free, now selling the kitten for $40.
3 month old Kitten needs good home (Lebanon)
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Date: 2010-10-06, 7:27AM PDT
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This adorable kitten is approximately 3 months old, is litter trained and is quite the loving snuggler. He was a birthday gift for my daughter, but we are not able to keep him in our apartment. She is asking for a $40 rehoming fee. He comes with a full sized, covered litter box and two full size food and water dishes. It will be hard to let him go so we want to make sure he goes to a good home. We need to find him a home ASAP so that we do not get in trouble with our landlord. Please email above if you are interested.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Not the Phone
It is not a phone problem. I opened up an answering machine, brand new, someone gave me a couple years back that they did not want, hooked it up along with an old touch tone phone, that connects, yes by those age old tethered lines, to the answering machine. And AM has a phone line that plugs into the wall jack.
Hey, before you ram me for my old school crap, cell minutes are expensive, terribly so and I can barely afford a few minutes on the tracfone each month. I have to have a landline.
I hope it's the jack in the wall. I mean, has to be. It's probably original with the house, a 70's jack. One of the wires maybe broke or pulled loose, because I can call out and it's clear as a bell.
The problem is if someone calls in. It rings about the length of an eighth of a normal length ring and immediately connects. I am not as speedy as a cheetah. I can't get to the a phone that spurts out an infintisimal ring faintly, then connects, bypassing the answering machine or even the odd fact I've not yet picked up the receiver. How is that for weird stuff? I think it's weird. My brother thinks so too. Everyone does, but weirdness aside, I need a working phone and currently, I don't have one.
Maybe it's someone calling me from the dead, eh? Oooooooooh. They probably didn't fix their cats before they died, feel guilty and they darn well should, even if dead. Maybe they want it done now, have come to their senses or think they'll be able to upgrade from hell if they make the arrangements. I bet the furnace gets turned up in hell for every pet someone owned they didn't fix. I bet that's it. I bet my numbers' getting passed around down there now, too. That's all I need.
EVerything has been ruled out, you see. The old phone behaved in the same manner. I thought it was the base or phone and tossed it. Everything different is connected now. Same result.
That leaves the problem located with the phone company, or, with the line between the phone box and house, or with the jack in the wall, or to aliens from outerspace messing with reception or to ghosts/goblins in the line itself, preparing for Halloween. Hahaha. Why can't they dress somewhere else?
Tonight, cross your fingers, I will replace the jack in the wall, because I can't fix a bizarre problem like this if it isn't the jack in the wall. I tremble to even think of trying to describe the problem to the phone company, because the phone company enjoys such stories and trying to make the person telling it sound nuts. I know that experience. And so do others. I know what to do now with such employees. You keep hanging up until an employee answers who gives a shit about his job and listens.
Sadly, replacing the jack didn't do one bit of good. I have no idea what is going on. I bet it is the in house line. Weather has changed, something shrunk or broke or something.
There were two lines off the box when I moved in. One was dead. It ran two jacks. The second seemed ok, although crackly now and then. It's probably original too. Probably need a new line, gosh darn it. That isn't easy, because the box is on the far side far end of the garage. Unless I just have a phone in the garage.
Hey, before you ram me for my old school crap, cell minutes are expensive, terribly so and I can barely afford a few minutes on the tracfone each month. I have to have a landline.
I hope it's the jack in the wall. I mean, has to be. It's probably original with the house, a 70's jack. One of the wires maybe broke or pulled loose, because I can call out and it's clear as a bell.
The problem is if someone calls in. It rings about the length of an eighth of a normal length ring and immediately connects. I am not as speedy as a cheetah. I can't get to the a phone that spurts out an infintisimal ring faintly, then connects, bypassing the answering machine or even the odd fact I've not yet picked up the receiver. How is that for weird stuff? I think it's weird. My brother thinks so too. Everyone does, but weirdness aside, I need a working phone and currently, I don't have one.
Maybe it's someone calling me from the dead, eh? Oooooooooh. They probably didn't fix their cats before they died, feel guilty and they darn well should, even if dead. Maybe they want it done now, have come to their senses or think they'll be able to upgrade from hell if they make the arrangements. I bet the furnace gets turned up in hell for every pet someone owned they didn't fix. I bet that's it. I bet my numbers' getting passed around down there now, too. That's all I need.
EVerything has been ruled out, you see. The old phone behaved in the same manner. I thought it was the base or phone and tossed it. Everything different is connected now. Same result.
That leaves the problem located with the phone company, or, with the line between the phone box and house, or with the jack in the wall, or to aliens from outerspace messing with reception or to ghosts/goblins in the line itself, preparing for Halloween. Hahaha. Why can't they dress somewhere else?
Tonight, cross your fingers, I will replace the jack in the wall, because I can't fix a bizarre problem like this if it isn't the jack in the wall. I tremble to even think of trying to describe the problem to the phone company, because the phone company enjoys such stories and trying to make the person telling it sound nuts. I know that experience. And so do others. I know what to do now with such employees. You keep hanging up until an employee answers who gives a shit about his job and listens.
Sadly, replacing the jack didn't do one bit of good. I have no idea what is going on. I bet it is the in house line. Weather has changed, something shrunk or broke or something.
There were two lines off the box when I moved in. One was dead. It ran two jacks. The second seemed ok, although crackly now and then. It's probably original too. Probably need a new line, gosh darn it. That isn't easy, because the box is on the far side far end of the garage. Unless I just have a phone in the garage.
Phone is Dead
My phone has died. It has been dying for a week now but it is now officially dead.
I will go get another somewhere today.
I have a home lined up for little Brutus. She is picking him up Friday but has already renamed him Brody James. Isn't that adorable? Sounds like a fabulous home.
I have someone interested in Peko. They are coming up Saturday. They too sound like just wonderful people. I've had the best luck lately, meeting really nice folks. The student who came over and spent a couple hours meeting the cats on Sunday is really a great person also. In the end, she could not decide, between Brutus, Peko, Nemo and Zach. And now she'll be gone two weekends, so is putting off the decision. Here, it is first come, first serve, so Peko may be gone by then and certainly Brutus is leaving Friday. Maybe she'll still take Nemo or Zach. She loved Zach and Zach loved her, would not leave her alone.
Then there was the Machi family, just splendid folks, the best home one could ever hope for, for a little rescued boy like Machi. Makes me want to cry, out of happiness, for him to finally get such a home. He deserved it. And they waited for him, too. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have encountered such kind folks who wanted Machi. Machi's sisters are in great hands over in Corvallis. Machi's mom is in great hands down in Eugene.
I wish I'd had the mental fortitude to stick it out, up at that Lebanon trailer park, get the last six fixed up there. That is where Machi's mom, so young herself, desperate a month after she was fixed, when I did not know it was an orange tabby girl I'd trapped, lactating at that, was moving her four week old kittens here and there, knowing they were going to die of dehydration. She saw my car roll up. She knew I was her kitten's only hope. She deposited them near my car and moved away. I emptied my purse and tucked them inside it. I had nothing else. I didn't think they would live they were so dehydrated. But they did. And they thrived. And a few weeks later I trapped their mom and got her out of there, so she could live too.
But I fell apart, from exhaustion, sorrow, stress and financial ruin, in the end. There was no mercy for the cat trapper from the residents there, who, despite all the above, surrounded me yelling for more from me. I rolled up my window and ran! That's when my car window would still roll up! Ha.
I've been trying to recuperate from overdoing it the last two weeks. I really overdid it, with those two colonies, one in Lebanon, one on Scravel Hill.
I better get moving and get a phone that works.
I finally got back on ebay, retrieved my long lost account, and ordered a used master window switch for my car off a smashed blue 2005 CA Scion. It should be here within a week and I hope it works. I am so excited to possibly get back the ability to use my car windows again. I am going to communicate with the yard also to see if the wrecked car has some other intact parts mine is now missing.
I am in shut down mode. My body will go so far, on lack of sleep and exertion, then it shuts down and I'm no good for anything. Saturday was a day too far, a day beyond shut down, but, I didn't quit when I should have. Those five kittens I took up, one had already been trapped and the clinic was unable to do her until Saturday. So, unable to hold her long term, I went ahead and trapped three more at the church colony and the old woman in LEbanon trapped her last kitten needing fixed.
Running here and there, all over a huge county, to help folks with cat situations, cleaing traps, doing laundry, cleaning litterboxes, treating sick cats, always communicating also with potential adoptors and more people wanting help, dealing with everybody and their uncle, by phone or e-mail, while maintaining all these cats here too, then the running around and trapping, oh my god, it's a lot of hard work, physically, mentally and emotionally. It is hard to work in time to get what I need like food for me, the cats here, cat litter, to keep up the yard, to get the garbage out and bills paid, to fix things broken. Oh man alive, it's more than three people should be doing sometimes.
But now, I'm no good and will have to basically sleep for a week or until my body says it can continue.
This has been the case since I was born into this world. An abnormality? Maybe. Even my respirations and heart rate slow, when in shut down, when awake. NOthing I can do about it. One doctor was confounded once by my reaction to stress and/or exhaustion, my body's reaction that is--the zen like shut down. My brain gets this dazy euphoria even, almost like being on drugs maybe. I try to do a few things, then I can't anymore and have to quit or lay down and sleep, in a dreamy state again.
After a few days, or a week or two, I'm good to go again and can do extreme things again, can if I choose. I usually don't if I don't have to. These last two weeks working those two colonies, trying to quickly solve them to save on gas money and trips up, for my mlieage old car, put me over the top.
I knew that but I also know my body quits when it's too much and helps me heal. And that's nice. I'm in a zen state today. That's the only way I can describe it.
I will go get another somewhere today.
I have a home lined up for little Brutus. She is picking him up Friday but has already renamed him Brody James. Isn't that adorable? Sounds like a fabulous home.
I have someone interested in Peko. They are coming up Saturday. They too sound like just wonderful people. I've had the best luck lately, meeting really nice folks. The student who came over and spent a couple hours meeting the cats on Sunday is really a great person also. In the end, she could not decide, between Brutus, Peko, Nemo and Zach. And now she'll be gone two weekends, so is putting off the decision. Here, it is first come, first serve, so Peko may be gone by then and certainly Brutus is leaving Friday. Maybe she'll still take Nemo or Zach. She loved Zach and Zach loved her, would not leave her alone.
Then there was the Machi family, just splendid folks, the best home one could ever hope for, for a little rescued boy like Machi. Makes me want to cry, out of happiness, for him to finally get such a home. He deserved it. And they waited for him, too. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have encountered such kind folks who wanted Machi. Machi's sisters are in great hands over in Corvallis. Machi's mom is in great hands down in Eugene.
I wish I'd had the mental fortitude to stick it out, up at that Lebanon trailer park, get the last six fixed up there. That is where Machi's mom, so young herself, desperate a month after she was fixed, when I did not know it was an orange tabby girl I'd trapped, lactating at that, was moving her four week old kittens here and there, knowing they were going to die of dehydration. She saw my car roll up. She knew I was her kitten's only hope. She deposited them near my car and moved away. I emptied my purse and tucked them inside it. I had nothing else. I didn't think they would live they were so dehydrated. But they did. And they thrived. And a few weeks later I trapped their mom and got her out of there, so she could live too.
But I fell apart, from exhaustion, sorrow, stress and financial ruin, in the end. There was no mercy for the cat trapper from the residents there, who, despite all the above, surrounded me yelling for more from me. I rolled up my window and ran! That's when my car window would still roll up! Ha.
I've been trying to recuperate from overdoing it the last two weeks. I really overdid it, with those two colonies, one in Lebanon, one on Scravel Hill.
I better get moving and get a phone that works.
I finally got back on ebay, retrieved my long lost account, and ordered a used master window switch for my car off a smashed blue 2005 CA Scion. It should be here within a week and I hope it works. I am so excited to possibly get back the ability to use my car windows again. I am going to communicate with the yard also to see if the wrecked car has some other intact parts mine is now missing.
I am in shut down mode. My body will go so far, on lack of sleep and exertion, then it shuts down and I'm no good for anything. Saturday was a day too far, a day beyond shut down, but, I didn't quit when I should have. Those five kittens I took up, one had already been trapped and the clinic was unable to do her until Saturday. So, unable to hold her long term, I went ahead and trapped three more at the church colony and the old woman in LEbanon trapped her last kitten needing fixed.
Running here and there, all over a huge county, to help folks with cat situations, cleaing traps, doing laundry, cleaning litterboxes, treating sick cats, always communicating also with potential adoptors and more people wanting help, dealing with everybody and their uncle, by phone or e-mail, while maintaining all these cats here too, then the running around and trapping, oh my god, it's a lot of hard work, physically, mentally and emotionally. It is hard to work in time to get what I need like food for me, the cats here, cat litter, to keep up the yard, to get the garbage out and bills paid, to fix things broken. Oh man alive, it's more than three people should be doing sometimes.
But now, I'm no good and will have to basically sleep for a week or until my body says it can continue.
This has been the case since I was born into this world. An abnormality? Maybe. Even my respirations and heart rate slow, when in shut down, when awake. NOthing I can do about it. One doctor was confounded once by my reaction to stress and/or exhaustion, my body's reaction that is--the zen like shut down. My brain gets this dazy euphoria even, almost like being on drugs maybe. I try to do a few things, then I can't anymore and have to quit or lay down and sleep, in a dreamy state again.
After a few days, or a week or two, I'm good to go again and can do extreme things again, can if I choose. I usually don't if I don't have to. These last two weeks working those two colonies, trying to quickly solve them to save on gas money and trips up, for my mlieage old car, put me over the top.
I knew that but I also know my body quits when it's too much and helps me heal. And that's nice. I'm in a zen state today. That's the only way I can describe it.
Monday, October 04, 2010
Machi Doing Great
I got an update on Machi's progress in his new home. He's doing great, running around already like he always lived there. He slept with their boy last night and loves their cat tree. They love him. I was so relieved to get that call.
Sad Shape of Learning in Linn County
Federal school ratings for 2010 are out. Every Middle and High School in Albany, Lebanon and Sweet Home, with the exception of Sand Hill Charter School, is on a federal watch list for failing to meet basic standards. That is dismal!
Scratch My Eyes Out
Something scary happened last night......
Innocently, I sat on my couch dozing off, mostly brain dead.
Along comes old Electra. She wants head bumped. Like usual.
Only her claws, which grow like Oregon grass in the spring, are long curled hooks again. She attaches to the back of the couch. Accidental. Struggles.
I try to help her free herself. I'm that way.
In a sudden burst, she yanks free with her front claws, but to power the burst her rear feet fling out. One falls on air. She flails it frantically searching for a hold.
The hold she found was my face.
She realized her claws had bit the flesh of the one she loves and fell, rather than inflict more damage.
I grab at my left eye. I got it closed in time. But I have two long claw marks above it and below it.
Big deal, eh? The claw marks can join the punture and scratch from the church colony barbed wire fence that nabbed me in the face while hoisting a kitten-occupied trap up and over it.
This morning, out came the clippers and off came Electra's claws.
I almost never get bitten or scratched while handling feral cats I don't even know. I'm on my guard, then, I suppose, and more cautious. Most cat inflcted wounds I've suffered have been from my own dearly beloveds, the result of sharp claws and accidents.
Innocently, I sat on my couch dozing off, mostly brain dead.
Along comes old Electra. She wants head bumped. Like usual.
Only her claws, which grow like Oregon grass in the spring, are long curled hooks again. She attaches to the back of the couch. Accidental. Struggles.
I try to help her free herself. I'm that way.
In a sudden burst, she yanks free with her front claws, but to power the burst her rear feet fling out. One falls on air. She flails it frantically searching for a hold.
The hold she found was my face.
She realized her claws had bit the flesh of the one she loves and fell, rather than inflict more damage.
I grab at my left eye. I got it closed in time. But I have two long claw marks above it and below it.
Big deal, eh? The claw marks can join the punture and scratch from the church colony barbed wire fence that nabbed me in the face while hoisting a kitten-occupied trap up and over it.
This morning, out came the clippers and off came Electra's claws.
I almost never get bitten or scratched while handling feral cats I don't even know. I'm on my guard, then, I suppose, and more cautious. Most cat inflcted wounds I've suffered have been from my own dearly beloveds, the result of sharp claws and accidents.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Poppa President's Cats For Adoption
Poppa Inc.'s President has lots of cats needing homes, including some familiar faces, like three of the 11 she took in from the 18 Lebanon kittens. She also has two Adair Village FIV positive boys, Big Ben and Adair, both very tame and loving. She has the 8 latest Lebanon kittens, too. If anyone wants to adopt a lovely cat, sure would be nice to help Keni find homes for some of hers. She works too hard, is too kind.
This is one of the Save the Kitten colony kittens, a white calico, living in the woods at that rural Lebanon location where I trapped 41 cats in all. Slurpy is a relative of this kitten.
This Lebanon torti even looks like Slurpy and is a close relative, that's for sure, funny, wild, fun and loving.
And this relative of Slurpy, from same situation, has the same wildly friendly and playful exuberant personality. She's so friendly, Keni wishes she could be placed as a therapy cat. Mainly, all three girls just need a home.
This is one of the Save the Kitten colony kittens, a white calico, living in the woods at that rural Lebanon location where I trapped 41 cats in all. Slurpy is a relative of this kitten.
This Lebanon torti even looks like Slurpy and is a close relative, that's for sure, funny, wild, fun and loving.
And this relative of Slurpy, from same situation, has the same wildly friendly and playful exuberant personality. She's so friendly, Keni wishes she could be placed as a therapy cat. Mainly, all three girls just need a home.
Goodbye Machi
Machi's new owners have been waiting for quite awhile, for him to get over ringworm. Then, just last night, one eye started running. I was afraid for the adoption. But, they are real animal lovers, big time, and took him home today. I hope so much it works out for him.
Goodbye Machi. We will miss you here.
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Douser Mom and Kittens. I Hate to See Them Go Back as Strays
I hate to see this patient mother who has been through so much, go back to life as a stray in Lebanon with her four boys. It's killing me.
And look at this craigslist post, which also has photos of a black kitten and a tabby kitten. They just got them at Safehaven, they claim, but want to give them away already.
Black and Tan/black tabby (Albany Oregon)
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Date: 2010-10-02, 11:48PM PDT
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Bubba Roo and Titan need a new home. We just got them at Safehaven but my husband lost his job and cannot afford them right now.... They just saw the vet yesterday and they are real healthy. Both have been dewormed and de flead. They are 2 amazing little boys and are looking for a nice loving home. If you are interested please call 541 653 5118. Thanks.
Too Much Work; Too Little Sleep Catches Me Up
Lilac Pt. kitten who died today. 
Torti kitten from the Church colony, sister of the Lilac Point, now relocating to the main Scravel colony with her brother, the Flame Pt.
Blue female kitten from Scravel Proper colony, spayed today.
Flame Pt. kitten hiding in the brush before being trapped.
Flamepoint male kitten, from Church colony, now relocated to Scravel Proper colony, neutered today. With the four today, although the little girl died, 15 cats have been fixed this week alone from the two colonies, fed by the same people.
Last unfixed cat from the old woman's Lebanon colony, now fixed. This little blue male was one of five kittens, all now fixed, born to a Siamese mix mom, whom I got fixed mid summer.Exhaustion hit me hard today. I did sleep a good share of yesterday, but not enough. I also trapped five more kittens. Three were from the offshoot of the Scravel colony, the church colony while a fourth came from the Scravel colony and the fifth was the last teen from the old woman's Lebanon colony.
I set a trap when I returned the other two, and caught him. Last cat there unfixed now fixed!
Unfortunately, the cute Lilac Point Siamese kitten from the chucrh colony died under anesthesia. They were able to revive her once, but she crashed again. Her brother, a little flamepoint, did just fine, as did her sister, a torti. Both are being relocated to the main Scravel colony, and just may end up house cats up there. They're not tiny kittens, probably close to four months old. The clinic said they were able to handle the Flame Pt. The colony feeder eyed him when I returned the three to her place and said she thinks her husband will want him as a house cat. He's already fallen for the little brown tabby Maine Coon looking male kitten I netted when I first arrived at the colony, who instantly tamed, so he's headed inside too, for a house cat life.
We are relocating the Church colony to their place, although they returned the big dominant male because it is difficult to relocate a big just neutered male into an existing colony. Better to wait a few months, until he has settled down after neuter. So they took him back for now. Wisely I think.
They're darn cute, those church kittens. Rest in peace, little Lilac girl. Makes me sad, makes me feel guilty about trapping her in the first place, but there was no choice and likely she had some defect that caused her crash. I can't help but question myself, however, and the guilt kicks in when I"m so tired. I'm taking a week off. I'm too worn out and inflamed.
I've got a long list of cats waiting, including the rest of both the Scravel colonies and that needs finished, but they have two of my traps and can try for the three main players left up at the main colony, two females and a male, all adults. There are a couple other infrequent roam in males, too, then about three more kittens, unless the pregnant brown tabby has another litter before caught. They usually don't survive, these last litters of the fall, however. There are at least four down at the Church colony, left to catch. We've made a good dent in the work, in one week, however.
I'm glad I got the five Lebanon cats fixed, the beautiful torti mom and her boys. I wish I had somewhere for them to go, but I don't. I'm glad I got the rest of the old woman's in this week, too, so she can rest easy for the winter. There are more on Riverside Drive, where that female fixed Thursday came from, her offspring, but that can wait a bit.
I had a bout of vertigo. I'd gone up to Poppa's presidents' place, after dropping the five kittens at the clinic, to help her take photos of her cats, in hopes of helping her find homes for them better, but then had a slight vertigo attack, which onsets usually if I overdo things and inflame my neck and facial nerves on the left. I cured it with an ice pack to the back of my head for 30 minutes.
I came home in the midst of game day traffic. I think there are football games at both OSU and U of O today. I really couldn't care less about football games. But I need to care enough to note when there are home games because of the traffic snarl ups and drunk drivers.
The five Lebanon cats, who have been in limbo in my bathroom since they were fixed, the torti flea alive mom and four boys who were hosed down while in the carriers, are going back tomorrow. I was unable to find anywhere for them and unable to take in more cats here.
New developments in the neighbor thing. A neighbor I've never met before comes to my door, wants me to "stand together" with other neighbors and sign a letter to the multiple vehicle up all night neighbors. I understood if I didn't sign, there were implications, that I wasn't "standing together". And yet, I hesitated, mainly because I thought it was surreal because these were neighbors who never introduced themselves. I'd never met her before, except to be told they didn't like cats. I finally signed.
She said the cops told them to send letters to the landlord, signed by all the other neighbors.
I guess they had to call the police at 4:30 a.m. that morning, due to four twenty somethings sitting out in a car doing something. And it had just been days before that the police came roaring in, three cars, for some reason, don't know what. Then I had the incident with the Cadilac and the guy yelling at me from the street again, late.
This woman who came to my door said one guy there told her he needed a place to stay when he got out of prison so he's been living there, along with whomever else lives there. Makes sense. Figured they were criminals or former criminals.
She was frustrated I could tell, fed up I could tell. I pointed out they were watching her go door to door and she said she didn't care, she wasn't going to let them scare her anymore.
They've had to put in security cameras, said they've had property damage. She said she felt sorry for me living alone here, with people like that so closeby. There are a lot of single people on the block now. I think neighbors should be able to sue landlords who rent to such people, inflicting them on a neighborhood.
And the next thing I see, after about an hour, was her shaking hands with one of the young men down there, standing around talking to them. I thought "Well that's kind of beautiful." Maybe that couple next to them will get some peace. Maybe those folks will realize what they're doing to everybody else and stop it. I have my doubts but one can always hope.
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