Six Cats Fixed Today

Six cats were fixed today, courtesy of Poppa Inc. funds. Five of the six were boys. Four were from Albany. Another was from the Looney Lane crowd. The other two kittens from there, who still need fixed, were not quite up to weight yet. Their mom was fixed last week. Then, the last unfixed cat of the Tangent 9, a cute orange tabby tux male kitten named Oliver, was fixed also today.
Albany 10th street young blue male, fixed today.
Ziggy again.
Albany black female, Missy, fixed today.
Sammy, an adult Albany male, and a crypt orchid, with one non descended testicle, was fixed today.Scooter, a black tux kitten, from same household as Missy and Sammy, was fixed today.
The Looney Lane black tux kitten, neutered today.
And this is Oliver, the Tangent kitten, the last of nine cats fixed from that household.

Boarding Up Vacant Houses to Thwart Arsonist. What about the animals?

Albany is very publicly boarding up vacant houses. Today they listed the vacant houses they boarded up, like perhaps there is more to the story. Who sends out a public list of targets? (besides Wikileaks that is).

Ah, Wikileaks. The latest round of leaks has me changing tune on truth, because the publicized included a list of high value targets that could take down the world as we know it if hit by terrorists. But no mind, Wikileaks published them.

Just like Wikileaks, the Albany paper listed five or six vacant highly likely arson targets today, by address, after city workers boarded them up. These places have absentee owners or are bank owned.

What I think about is the animals that may have been inadvertantly boarded up, trapped, inside. That makes me nuts.

Feral cats, stray cats, even house cats, scared by a loud crew of people arriving, might not vacate or even show themselves as they are blocked into the place that once seemed a refuge.

And not just cats will be caught in these living hells, but other wild animals, like raccoons and possums.

Maybe you think "Great. Good Riddance." Maybe you don't like cats, possums or raccoons, but is starving them to death, and depriving them of water to kill them, by boarding them into these wrecks of former human homes, humane? It certainly is not.

No Go on Nemo

He acted like a wild boy and they left.

I need people to come in to help socialize here, but who in the world would do that? I can't get a soul to help.

I am very very discouraged at this point. I'd like to sob. I've only had two serious adoption inquiries in the last several months. Today's was one of them. I can understand Nemo acting half feral. He never sees anybody but me. It's a huge problem and yet I do not know how to resolve it.

Well, back to the drawing board. After some sleep. Got way behind again. And might be getting a cold, feel sick, cold all over, tired beyond what I should be. It would suck to come down with a cold, but these things happen.

Brother Visit Wonderful

It was wonderful to see my brother. We worked methodically to fix things today. I was so glad to get the dryer going again, and to resolve the safety issue with the bathroom fixture. I was unaware of the safety issue with the electrical line in the garage that runs to the outside backyard outlet that has never functioned. That too could have turned deadly.

Today, we both had decided the movie last night was not so bad.

Stinod's adoption is going to be put off a week or two as the adoptors have a house guest. That's just fine. Someone is coming tomorrow to see Nemo, however. I hope he doesn't behave like a wild boy. He's a completely tame cat, but I don't get many people in here for them to get used to.

The cats loved my brother. He has animal magnitism, that's for sure. Even Buffy came close to admire him and look him over.

I told him, they would really love it if he sprawled out on the couch and went to sleep. Then they could feel free to sniff him over, check him out, crawl all over him and investigate completely with him out asleep. They love that. New blood in the house. Fresh meat.

He still plans on taking Sam and at least one other, but isn't ready, wants to install a cat door, set up a cat room, all that. I tried to talk him into, once ready, taking a boy gang, and suggested Nemo, if he isn't taken tomorrow, along with Sage's three black boys--Simba, Smolder and Shaggy. Shaggy is super tame and would make a great house cat for someone but I don't seem to have anybody knocking down the doors here to adopt.

My brother could not believe the lack of smell in the house, that would usually be present with a lot of cats. Nobody ever can believe how clean it is in here, with so many cats roaming around.

He helped me out by carting off, when he left, the old heavy pieces of particle board that used to be the garage shelves that almost fell and crushed me. That prompted me to knock them apart the very next day. I've used a couple of their 2x4 supports already for other projects and kept the four remaining six foot 2x4's. But I didn't want that crumbling moisture filled heavy particle board. I was going to let it disintegrate on the long compost pile, but he took all of it.

He also hauled off the carpet piece that those neighbors left in my driveway when they moved. They thought I'd use it for cat climbs, but it was in a bizarre shape and scented from their garage.

When he drove in, on Columbus, he had seen one of the arson fire houses. Then, last night, there was another arson fire, right on Pacific. We drove by that to gawk. That's a strange busy place for an arson fire, I'd think, right on Pacific.

Wonder if someone is doing these fires, ten or eleven now, that would not necessarily look out of place in the night. I'm talking police officer, security guard, delivery driver, newspaper carrier, disgruntled wildland firefighter or ex fireman, somebody like that.

Cops, newspaper carriers, some delivery drivers, they're all out in the middle of the night. There are probably others out in the night too, as part of their jobs. Hmmmm. I wonder if they're set at a time in the night or early morning right after a shift ends, like a swing shift, or right after bars close, and people are leaving bars, or employees are leaving bars, something like that.

Since most of the places that have burned are sort of unsightly, being empty, some unkept, I still wonder if its somebody angry that properties aren't kept to their standards. Maybe someone in the chamber of commerce? Or with economic development? Or could it be someone is getting paid off by property owners with a cut of the insurance? I have no clue.

I think the cops should stake out that bar down on Davidson, or maybe on Salem Road, just north of town on Salem Rd., or that one on Main near the 7-11, because maybe someone is leaving one of those bars, and setting fires. I say those two because a lot of the fires have been on Front and Water streets and now on Pacific up that end of town.

Then you have to ask: is this string of fires really the work of a disturbed firebug, or, is someone setting them to cover up the significance of one of the fires, like the one on July 4? What if someone set one fire to cover a crime, like embezzlement or insurance fraud, and is setting the others to take the heat off that likelihood?

Something had to have been caught on some video cam at a store or private residence around the area of one of these fires. Come on! Lots of people and stores have video cams now. There's got to be clues on video around town.

(If I could catch the arsonist, get a photo, figure it out--there is a $5000! reward. That is a lot of mula and would buy a lot of cat food, or pay to fix over 100 cats).

Yawning Movie with my Brother

My brother stopped up this evening and took me to a movie in Corvallis. The clerk selling tickets recommended it over another one. The other one was Unstoppable. I can't recall the name of the one we saw. The movie clerk said it was great and that Unstoppable was very boring.

I fell asleep several times during the course of this very slowly evolving movie, the name of which I cannot remember. Russell Crow was in it.

He was flabby and half shaven during the entire course and looked like a middle aged slob, sort of like I felt.

I have no guilt over snoozing through a good share of this film. It was, if you must know, about a man and wife in love, have a son, she's suddenly arrested for murdering her boss, convicted, thrown in jail for the next 20.

When attempts for an appeal fail, she attempts suicide. He decides to break her out of jail. He needs money and a plan. He reads books to get the plan and visits a guy who wrote a book about his experiences escaping seven times from prison. He gets advice from him also. Finally, to get the money he needs, he follows some druggees to their abode and ends up killing them. But he gets a shitload of cash.

The rest of the movie involves the cops closing in, while he executes the escape plan, with an at first reluctant wife. All ends happily with them setting up housekeeping in Venezuala while the cops think they've gone to Haiti.

I woke up for the ending.

My brother said, "That ticket clerk is probably laughing. She probably gets paid for each sucker she sends to this." Long and drawn out, very slow plot development. I could not have stayed awake for it either, had I rented it. In fact, I would have gotten an even longer nap.

He's here to do repairs on the house but went back to Eugene for the night because his daughter lives there.

My quest for shoes that fit continues. I have been using the Zappos e certficate a complete stranger sent to me. I can't even grasp a complete stranger sending me something so significant.

The first pair of shoes were 11's and were far far too big. There were so nice looking, though, I admired them for some time. The second pair were New Balance 11 narrow and too short! But so fine. I hated to send them back. The last pair I ordered were even nicer--Columbia Sportwear size 12. But they are so big on my feet. I know I have to send them back also. They didn't come in size narrow, just normal width. I don't want to send them back because they're so beautiful. But I have to send them back, wait for the credit to register, about ten days, then I can try again.

The shoe size varies so much by brand or even style. Seems an impossible endeavor to find any super narrow shoes that are also long enough. There are very few brands that even make long women's shoes and even fewer that come in size narrow. I don't know that I will be able to find any that fit. I've all but given up on that hope, but I do get to see and try on some very beautifully made shoes.

I believe I will need to make my own shoes. It is a very good thing I like going barefoot and only need shoes if I go out somewhere. Around here, even outside, though it is winter and cold, I wear flip flops or go barefoot. I don't like wearing shoes very much. Shoes hurt my feet.

UPDATE on HOUSE REPAIRS: Got the front outside outlet repaired. There was no power to it. My brother wired it to a working inside outlet. We got something for the dryer vent and got it fixed. We got a new light fixture for the bathroom. The other one kept burning out bulbs. The reason was obvious, once the fixture was off. The thing was dangerous, wires dangerously corroded, bubbled metal on the backside of the fixture and charred insulation. Was a fire hazard and good thing we replaced it.

As for the outside outlet out back, that too could have been a disaster, as somewhere in the wall above that outlet there is a short in the line. There is power in the main line that runs along the top of the garage rafters, then down into the wall, but now power at the plug, which means bad things. So my brother cut that line in the garage and capped it off safely and some day when he's back, will run another line through that wall to the outlet to supply it with power. But at least a potentially dangerous short inside a wall is dead now. That was probably a close one.

So, the new bathroom light fixture is awesome. The dryer vent is working. The two other major electrical issues are resolved, too, so I can live safely here. I knew there were some major electrical issues and worried about the bathroom fixture because it burned out bulbs constantly. I don't know have to worry now, with the two major electrical safety issues resolved. We're getting a used part for the stove. There's no sense to scrap a working stove because one elment doesn't work, even though it may be difficult to find a part for an ancient stove.

Cat Ladder website and Cat Climbing Videos

Check out these two youtube cats climbing walls videos and then click the post title to go to a website dedicated to cat ladder photos. Be sure to click the link on the right to go to "Cat Ladders Hall of Fame" page.

Adoptions

I have two adoptors coming on Monday. I am holding my breath. I may have gotten two different people confused interested in Nemo. I've had so few inquiries I assumed the phone call and the e-mail about Nemo were the same people, and they still might be. But they might not be, which, if that is true, is slightly embarrassing.

Both potential adoptors sounds great. And the second set, they're interested in Stinod!!!! They really want her. I am very excited.

Stinod would love a home where she gets attention and would be indoors. She stays primarily in the cat yard and garage room now, because inside has too many obstacles, cat obstacles, some of whom are not that nice.

I had a call this morning also, but they already have one cat, not fixed, they said they are keeping for someone else. He free roams. The cat they get will not be indoor only and they live on an extremely busy highway in high predator zone. I had to say no. They sound nice, but I want the cats here to actually live, not be hit by cars or carried off by predators to be torn apart alive.

I've had many precious kittens and cats die because I adopted them out to people in predator zones who let them free roam. It's very very hard on me to even think about.

Nasa's Coy Alien Talk

On the news tonight, Nasa scientists, lined up and looking coy. Seems they accidentally found microbes in the bottom of some lake and then decided to bombard them with arsenic. Instead of dying, they morphed into something entirely different, Nasa scientists say, almost with winks to one another.

We're supposed to think this is amazing, and that maybe there are other life forms we don't understand in the universe.

The newsman is saying there is something up, something suspicious because of the way one scientist ended the news conference, in a clumsy attempt to say there may be other life forms out there and this is just one amazing discovery.

An alien guy on talk radio says "They're gearing up to tell us they have evidence of aliens and fail to understand the common people already accept that."

When I heard the Nasa scientist ending, to the news conference on the microbes, I thought to myself,

"Ok, Nasa has an alien."

Then I saw how coy and cocky they all looked and I thought, "No, those Nasa people are aliens."

Then I thought, "No, they were experimenting with space material and created monsters that escaped the lab."

Then I thought, "What are those astronauts really doing on the space station?" My mind tried to picture scientists and astronauts hosting parties for aliens and after much drinking, there was sex."

I tried to be shocked and outraged at my own thoughts, and those immoral space scientists and astronauts, but I grew up watching Star Trek. Nothing shocks me anymore.

Then I thought, "What were they poking around some lake bottom for anyway? Ah ha! Alien space craft crash site. They do have an alien."

Rocks and Hard Places

So Keni had a trailer park woman in Beaverton call the Stayton woman, because, if she'd bring her up, she was going to foster that kitten. But then the Stayton trailer park woman said she'd forced a tube down its throat because it couldn't breath but was putting shavings of human decongestant down the tube. Sounded so horrible to the Beaverton woman she hung up on the Stayton woman.

Now Keni is upset, wants to save the kitten, get it to safety, but none of us have room or money.

Rocks and hard places.

In the meantime, someone called from over on Lehigh, saying a neighbor hired a trapping company man to trap a cat who had gone under her house but he won't tell the neighbor what he's going to do with the cat, now sitting in his trap, and, according to the woman who called, is an asshole.

I told her to call the police, that I don't think having a trapping company allows somebody to commit animal abuse. And besides, it could be somebody's cat. I got 14 cats fixed for someone just around the corner. Guess what. He's a cop, too. I left them a message, telling them what is going on, that it might be one of their cats and I believe that's illegal behavior anyhow, and let the mayor know, since I have no idea what laws regulate these killer private trappers.

I know in Eugene once, when I was there for a clinic, someone came in desperate for help. Seems a church had hired a trapper guy to trap a mother cat and her three kittens and "do away with them". I said, "That is decidedly unChristian." She agreed. She worked at the church.

I went over. I found the little family of cats hiding beneath the cross of Jesus, leaned up against a church shed, used in some pagent about the crucifixtion, but obviously with no real meaning to those christians. I took them away and out of there, and released a raccoon in the assholes trap. It was scorching hot and the raccoon had been in the trap, according to the church lady, without food or water, for over 24 hours. Asshole killer trappers. The pastor later defended his actions saying the trapper wasn't going to harm the cats, just dump them way out somewhere. Well, wake up killer pastor. That is harming the cats.

Then, I remember a woman teaching school in Alaska contacted me. Her parents in Tangent fed cats and she wanted them fixed. But when I arrived, there was only one cat. There was blood spattered all over the place. He trapped them and shot them, in front of each other. He got paid $50 each for doing that. They paid me nothing to fix the one survivor. That's what is valued in this country--violence and killing, not kindness. Compassion is never rewarded.

Rocks and Hard places. That's where I live. Between the two.

Update: Too bad for that cat hater, the cat is one the cop took in as a neighborhood stray and had fixed themselves. His wife went over. The young woman next door, in tears over the meanness of the neighbor and her intent to "kill all cats", warned her not to go alone, because the woman is so mean, but she marched over anyhow, got into it with the cat hater, and let the cat out of the trap.

How does someone get that mean, that nasty, that unhappy, to take out aggression on a little animal. That's scary.

I guess the cops wife tried to reason with the cat hater, asked her to help get involved in finding unfixed cats, getting them fixed, getting the unowned cats in the neighborhood homes, that as a neighborhood, everyone should get involved in problems and solve them, but she was intent in her desire to kill cats instead.

As far as I know, the cats in that area, who free roam, are now fixed. I've worked two streets right there. The problem is with the assholes who move in, won't fix their cats, and leave them behind when they leave. It's that way everywhere. Assholes causing problems. We need to neuter the assholes.

But the cops wife is right. Communities, neighborhoods should work together to solve problems, instead of living isolated angry lives. Be a nicer world, that's for sure. I like that cop and I like his wife. I like them a lot. They're funny. I don't know how they manage to be so funny and warm when they have very stressful jobs. They're also tough. I look up to both of them.

Cat Photos!!!

This is Brutus now, one of the kittens born in a backyard boat in down town Albany. His person sent me these photos just today. His name is Brody currently--Brody James and he is gorgeous. A real cat lover adopted him and he is one lucky boy. Isn't he beautiful?


Another of Brody, formerly Brutus the boat kitten.
Shady and Echo in two new cat beds a friend of friends donated, saying her cats won't use them.
This is a cat tree all right.
Forest, one of the ringworm three, in a cat bed.
Forest again.
Scraggles, the male ringworm kitten, now neutered.
Starry, Nemo's sister, flops across the cat tree.
Nemo, still here waiting on a home.
Nemo again.
The very very quirky interesting Fantasia.



Honey, from the homeless camp, splayed out front feet, relaxed, on the back of the black couch.

Cats From This Area Poppa's President Still Has

Poppa's president has taken in a lot of cats from this area. She still has a lot of them, despite being paired with a Portland area adoption group.

She's had a lot of success with that group. She was able to place all 11 of the Lebanon Rock Hill kittens she, her daughter and another Poppa volunteer fostered, then showed at a Petsmart through the other adoption group's venue. By contrast, I was able to adopt out only one, Tabitha, and still have Slurpy.

When I took in Hope, the badly injured cat from 5th St. in Albany, I also took in four teenage kittens, alive in fleas and sick from flea anemia. She took in three of those: Romeo, a flamepoint, Blossom, a tabby on white and Turtle, a torti. She still has all three of them. Turtle now has stones in one kidney and the vet thought she was going to die, believing she has a congenital kidney defect. She had gotten down to four pounds, but Keni, with force feeding, got her back up to six pounds and she's still alive.

I placed the fourth kitten, a little Siamese.

She took in two homeless camp kittens and their mother, Trudy, a tame brown tabby tux, left behind by two young campers. The two kittens eventually went to PAWS, a West Linn shelter. She still has Trudy.

Five years ago, when I was working that horrible druggee infested complex in Albany, I told Keni about the mother cat, a long hair torti point Siamese manx, who had survived a fire there, as a kitten, then was shoved out to live on her own. She was then about four years old.

I had taken in then adopted out her latest litter of kittens. When I told Keni about this mother and what she had been through, she said, "Go get her." I had already gotten her spayed. I went and got her. That was in 2005. Keni took her in. She was just adopted this last week. Keni had misgivings about taking her to the Petsmart to put her up for adoption, but she wanted more attention than Keni could give her, with so many cats, and is a striking cat in appearance, being a torti point long hair Siamese manx. Her tail is a fluffy bob of hair. An employee there at Petsmart adopted her.

Keni also has two FIV positive males, Big Ben and Adair, from a colony in Camp Adair, of primarily abandoned tame FIV positives. I imagine every free roaming unfixed male in Adair is FIV positive. Three of the six Adair cats were positive. The other three were just teens, and probably had not yet been fighting so they were saved in time. Then the woman who fed those cats took a male stray in to be fixed who had showed at her residence and he too was FIV positive. You don't want to be an unfixed male in Adair and allowed to free roam, that's for sure. Too many people have done that and the incidence there of FIV among the males is extreme.

The other cat Keni has from this area is also FIV positive. That's Twister, from Clover Ridge road. He was among many I trapped for a couple associated with the new development there. He claimed he'd pay for them to be fixed and that they could return but that was all lies. He wouldn't take them back and didn't pay for them to be fixed and when I confronted him over his lies, he gave $50. I wanted to throw a can of tuna at him and had to restrain myself. I had about 12 cats from there in my garage, with nowhere for them to go, some with bad teeth, and it was hot and I was fed up with the way people behave, the lies and manipulation. This man was practised in the art.

I finally placed all but Twister. Keni took him. He's still doing great three years later, looking good.

Keni still has the 8 Attic Cat kittens. They would have gone to the Petsmart store two weeks ago but they caught colds and couldn't be fixed. They look so big. I saw them on Tuesday.

See, I went up there amidst the chaos Tuesday of taking in 14 cats to be fixed, and then heading back to Stayton to check out the new cat they called a starving kitten who was really a mature neutered declawed male. After taking him to the vet, then loading all 14 cats into my car, I went up to Keni's because she had offered to foster him, too.

But, at the same time, one of her own original seven cats, a cat she's had forever, was dying. Her vet was there when I arrived and Herman, her beloved friend, who had gone downhill the last weeks, went on.

And still, despite her grief, and the tremendous workload she's under, she had a cage ready for Mac, the Stayton trailer park cat, nearly dead from starvation, who nobody there would help.

Why do so few do so much and so many others do nothing? Or worse, create problems?

Keni is a marvel of human emotional and physical endurance. She deserves help, lots of it, homes for the cats she is fostering and a lot of financial help to cover the costs of their care until they do get homes.

I feel guilty when she takes in a cat from this area. But they don't stand a chance in hell of getting a home if they stay with me. She works with an adoption group up there. I have nobody down here to work with, on adoptions. I don't take cats up I am fostering for adoption, because there are limited spaces at the one Petsmart for the other group and they only take in cats their volunteers are fostering. Keni has too many cats like me. If she ever gets most of hers adopted out, then maybe she'll let me bring up some from my place to get a chance. Until then, it's only extreme cases I can ask her help with, like the Stayton male.

Even then, I feel guilty. I know what it's like. She does have some help at times, with socializing the cats. I usually never see another human being and so the cats here don't either, which makes it even harder.

I don't see Keni very often. But this is what I think of her. She's a hero.

Comcast Again Upping Rates

I'm not a big comcast fan. I have limited basic cable and internet, a yearly renewed birthday present from one brother. I am lucky for that.

But lately, about twice weekly, the Portland TV stations break up into interesting digitalized unwatchable bits and pieces--scrambled pixels.

And my computer, whether it is the computer or the connection, I don't know, is slower than molasses. It's so slow it can take sometimes a minute after clicking a link or trying to get to a website for the page to actually show up. So, now, I do no web surfing and limit my internet to this blog, my cat adoption website and trying to answer any e-mails I get on cat adoptions, which lately are none.

I wish I knew what was wrong with the computer, if it is the PC itself or the connection. I wouldn't know how to tell. All I know is it is so slow it's painful.

I want to blame Comcast but I can't because I don't know if it is them or the PC. It is frustrating.

The computer/electronic age is expensive on upkeep and high on maintenance and frustation. Then Comcast marches along and makes costs even higher, because they can. Because they're virtually the only game in town.

I dream of disconnecting everything. Would I miss much really? I couldn't connect to find cats that need fixed, but that's about it. I haven't had any luck finding homes lately using every avenue I can muster that doesn't cost that is.

That darn tracfone is expensive. My cell number is now getting out and I don't want it out because I can't afford to buy minutes all the time. I don't have a voice mailbox on it to save on minutes. People complain about that and that's too bad.

I finally got a mobile landline phone. But it's terrible. I can't talk on it, because if I turn my head while talking I hear ringing, like a phone ringing, constantly. The person on the other end of the line does not hear it. I try to ignore it, but last night I tossed the phone in the garbage because it is garbage and that's where it belongs. It's picking up RF from everything. Bad bad lousy cheap crap V tech phone. The problem also has something to do with my bad phoneline.

I'm going back to smoke signals or maybe some passenger pigeons. Maybe cats can be the new messengers. They're good at jumping fences and skirting most barriers. Course they're not very reliable.

Wikileaks and the Light of Day

The embarrassment of truth is going to get Wikileaks CEO quartered and hung. The leaks of diplomatic cables recently has got the world after him. Interpol has issued a warrant for his arrest. Sarah Palin, the self-appointed world leader, has suggested Wikileaks be declared a terrorist organization.

And yet, his leaks of how people really feel about their fellows in other countries and fear about other countries, could do some good. Why are we so afraid of the truth and speaking it?

The world has long lived in the darkness created by governments and businesses saying one thing and doing another.

Is it bad to open the windows to the light of day?

Sure, there is bad stuff divulged in the leaked cables about the US and its tactics and lies. But there are also the cables revealing much of the Arab world privately condemns Iran's behavior. For gosh sakes, instead of letting the US be alone in condemning Iran, get some fricking balls, Arab countries, to go public with your concerns. Fricking cowards.

Same with China's divulged private disgust with N. Korea. Grow a couple, China!

If Iran and N. Korea understand the whole world wants to vomit over their behavior, not just America, there is good in that. It is primarily cowards and liars screaming over wikileaks, and those people, businesses and countries with things to hide.

The little private insults revealed, this person saying something derogatory about that person, that's no big deal. That happens.

I'm sure I must not fully understand the significance of truth being told, that it must really be very bad for the whole world. I must be too simple to understand.

Here is my general gist of the results of Wikileaks document dumps: the world governments and leaders and diplomats and big businesses now seem to me like one giant middle school, complete with rumors, bullying, cliques, lies, threats, insults, and drama.

The world is a middle school.

Wow. That's scarier than a nuclear arms race.

Photos of Cats Fixed Today

14 Cats were fixed Tuesday, using Poppa Inc. Funds. 10 of the 14 were females.

8 cats from one Tangent household were fixed. Of these, four were boys and four were girls and they included one kitten, just two pounds in weight, but very healthy.

4 Knox Butte females were fixed Tuesday also.

Two Stayton trailer park Siamese females were fixed also, rounding out the 14.

Once home this evening, I did try to run a small empty load in my washer, only to have the floor flood immediately. Washer is kaput, and it is not easy to have this many cats and no working washer. It is not the washer water level switch. That works. There has to be a filter on the pump. Maybe, once located and cleaned, that would do it? Well, that's for a better rested time.

Knox Butte brown tabby teen female one, fixed on Tuesday.
Brown tabby teen female two, fixed Tuesday.
Knox Butte black adult female, fixed on Tuesday. Not shown, of the four Knox Butte females fixed, a tabby on white adult female, the one dumped in a box in a ditch along a road, with her kittens. She too was fixed today.
Tangent female Suzy, spayed Tuesday.
Tangent Gray tabby kitty, Aurora, spayed Tuesday.

Buff male named Princess, neutered Tuesday. He seems to have no issues from his name.
Tangent long hair brown tabby male, neutered Tuesday.
Tangent Black and white female, Dex, fixed Tuesday.
Tangent Black and white male, Niko, neutered Tuesday.

Long hair Tangent Lynx Pt. Siamese female, spayed Tuesday.
Black tux male kitten Charlie, neutered Tuesday, also from Tangent.
One of the two Stayton trailer park Lynx Pt. Siamese females, fixed on Tuesday.