Back East Adoptions

I got a call from NJ this morning. A man wants to adopt Nemo, said they just lost an older black tux and it nearly killed his wife in grief. They live in Pennsylvania. He wondered if it was even possible to get Nemo there if they did adopt him. He sounds so nice over the phone. I promised to look into it. In the meantime, he said he would have his wife contact me by e-mail, which has not happened. I believe they've decided against such a fantastic scheme.

I talked to my brother, however, Mr. travel man, who said it is outrageously expensive unless someone flies with a cat in the cabin. I won't do it without someone flying with him, even after I check these folks out.

I also contacted a New York state small rescue I like--because I bet they have or know a cat who would fit the bill real close by this family.

Anyhow, if they checked out, if there was a way I could transport him, would I adopt Nemo out to the east coast? Yes, and I'd take Sage along, to adopt to Jeanne and her family at the same time.

See I'm thinking I'd take them in the cabin and visit the exotic east coast of America and all points of interest in the process. Yes, I am romanticising, daydreaming.

I keep remembering how wonderful Alaska airlines was to me, when transporting Tiny Tim to Huntington Beach. They treated Tiny Tim and myself like royalty. If I had not been so exhausted, I thought then, "Well, I could just live like this, on an airplane, flying around with cats and those nice flight attendants." That's because I wasn't used to such royal treatment.

In reality, travelling clear to the east coast with a rescued cat is very hard on the cat. Sage would make the trip without a blink she's so laid back. Nemo might also, but not without me at their side to attend to every need or whiff of fear they had. I won't do it otherwise. I won't put a cat through that.

Nice as this man sounded on the phone, if they contact me again, I will have to say "no".

Travelling, seeing a sight other than I5 and Albany, the cement city, I should like to do that, get off the concrete and asphalt. There is no escape here in this town from concrete. I sit in a trap of it, surrounded by private property "farmland", although it is used to grow a luxury product, grass seed for lawns, parks and sports fields, not food.

Lawns are a curse. People around here, all unemployed pretty much, spend their time nit picking their tiny space of lawn out front, spraying it with all sorts of chemicals, to kill this or that, judging others by how well they keep their ten by twenty feet of lawn. It's so pathetic. It's such a waste of space and money and time, to maintain a lawn and spray it down with chemicals to kill all the bugs and other plants, sideways killing everything that would otherwise eat the bugs and seeds that end up laden in chemicals. It's beyond ridiculous.

There's nowhere one can set foot except a sidewalk, the designated legal public walkway, and in one's designated living space. Other than that, you're trespassing on private property unless you enter a business for a short time.

Feels so restricted to be so restricted. Caught in a trap.

Vacuum Cheaper New Than at Goodwill

I need a vacuum. I need a vacuum to clean my car and to clean out my heating vents periodically and to do sundry tasks like cleaning couches, etc. I went looking for a used vacuum beginning two weeks ago. I was shocked to see prices for dirty old vacuums with full bags and broken pieces at thrift stores.

Goodwill was selling a decent vacuum for almost $40 that had a chewed on electrical cord that in places showed bare wire. I offered $20 for the vacuum after showing them the dangerous wire, and they refused it, said instead they'd throw it out. How stupid.

There were selling a Bissell vacuum for $59, also dirty looking with dirt in its canister and missing parts. A similar vacuum new at Kmart, which isn't the cheapest place to get a vacuum was under $90.

I found a new shop vac for under $40 at Kmart and got it. Oh yeah, they also were selling used shop vacs at Goodwill for outrageous prices, more than what I paid for the new one.

What is up with that? Stupidity is it or greed or just that customers assume a thrift store won't bilk them so the employees mark the crap up? Why can't they do simple tasks like replace a bad dangerous cord, or at least clean up a product, like empty the no-bag dirt and hair filled canister? Is that too much to ask when they're asking $59 for something Goodwill paid zero dollars for?

Kmart didn't get $35 for the Shop Vac I bought. The manufacturer got a cut. The shipper got a cut and finally Kmart gets a cut and someone got paid to make that, too.

Goodwill wants pure profit off shit and do nothing to even see that what they're selling is clean or working or safe.

I also got some vent covers at the Habitat store in Corvallis. I admit I go in there sometimes just to feel at home. I have known some of those employees/volunteers a long long time. My vent covers are corroded to non functioning status. I also intend to seal the duct edges as far down into them as I can. This is an early 70's built house and the duct work is not great. In the spring, ants crawl up from them into the house. They get into the ducts through the badly coupled unsealed joints in the under the house ducting. Someone built this house quickly, lazily and messed up on quite a few things.

Like the vents for the bathroom fan and stove fan. They vent up into the attic and end there, even though above them, in the roof, with ducting down, are roof vents. The ducts were not extended from where they poke from below into the attic, a mere two to three feet up to join the ducts extending down from the roof. How fricking lazy is that?

The guy paid to inspect this house prior to my brother's purchase of it didn't note that problem. He was blind to it, rushed or just was lousy, not sure which, maybe all three. He also did not pick up on numerous electrical problems.

I hope one day my brother and I can rewire the house. It would not take long with two people, just pulling new wire through attached to the old. We could easily access the attic to make it quicker and simple by taking out a piece of sheet rock on the garage wall side. I can envision the entire job, if adequate preparations were made the night before along with a plan of action and the equipment needed, taking four to six hours tops and costing little more than the new wire. It's not rocket science, really, just grunt work.

What else needs done here? House needs painted in the next two years and some siding replaced. Roof will need replaced in next five years maybe. And what to do with the decades of hardware placed on the roof by prior tenants, from an old style huge antenna, to a dish network antenna to a stovepipe hooked to a wood stove that is too outdated to ever be approved by homeowners insurance and is decorative and space consuming only now.

If those things are now removed, it creates possible leak points on the roof. The house roof looks like a porcupine with all the contraptions up there.

What would I like on my roof? Solar panels, that's what.

Church Ditch Kitten Lily Now

Scravel Hill church ditch kitten Lily, snuggled with her friends. Amber, a Poppa Inc. volunteer up in the metro area, who was fostering her, decided to keep her. I'm so grateful.

Torti Dies

UPDATE: The torti died this morning in my arms, in horrible fashion. Her lungs filled with fluids from heart failure. She was fine when I went to bed finally, at 4:00 a.m., well not fine, but not filled with fluids. I had fallen asleep early on my couch and awakened at 2:00 a.m. and checked on her before going back to bed at 4:00.

She struggled to breath through the fluid accumulation to the end, a breath, then the struggle to get air. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to dress quickly, get her to a vet, but I knew she had only minutes by then.

I went into the bathroom again, panicked in my mind and sobbing. I pulled her out and held her, hoping to help her breath, with her head and chest elevated. She struggled so, raking in breaths in terrible trauma through fluid. Then she would twist up crying and moaning horribly when she could get no air, and then it would break through and she'd get a small gulp, then the struggle again. I was sobbing loudly by now. There was one final convulsion when she could get no air, then her body went limp and her eyes dilated and I wrapped her in the blankee and was glad her struggle was over. All this lasted only about six minutes. Before I got up, I don't know how long she struggled to breath. Could not have been long.

Torti Continues to Try to Live

The Heatherdale torti is still trying to live. Without any guidance on the matter, I e-mailed the Neuterscooter and thank god she responded.

She said the cat initially has just a 25% chance of survival, but that goes up to 35% if they survive the first night. Whether she lives or not depends a lot on how long she went without O2 when she first crashed, she said.

She said she may be blind for two weeks and could take two weeks to come out of it, if she does survive and the only thing one can do is give good nursing care, sub cu fluids and quiet place to rest.

I felt better after getting her e-mail.

I returned the other seven cats. Seems a little empty around here lately. I've had six adoptions in the last couple of weeks. Stinod, Matilda, Turbo, Shaggy, Simba and Smolder have left us here. I'm really really grateful to get a few adoptions, however. I can't even say how much easier the workload becomes when even one gets a home.

Now to find homes for Rainy and Zuli. Both are over their ringworm and Rainy is about to be spayed. Zuli was spayed a long time ago. They are beautiful girls. Rainy shows no signs of whatever killed her sister, Forest.

Turbo's adoptor just adores him.

I've settled in, to coma cat care. I'm mostly over the angst of it. She rolls around like a restless sleeper at times. Sometimes she appears mostly awake, and is willing to take swallows of my concoction, which right now consists of pedialite, brewers yeast, karo syrup and nutrical. I'll make the other concoction tomorrow, if she is still alive, of blended up plain baked chicken, KMR and nutrical. Kittens who won't eat go for that and it usually inspires them to start eating, fed by syringe, warm.

I clean Coma Cat up when she poops, turn her, lug her around in my arms sometimes, or hold her while watching TV. I give her sub cu fluids, small amounts at a time, several times a day.

Mostly, she is in a large carrier on soft blankees in my bathroom, away from the hordes of worried cats out here. The first night, that big carrier stayed on my bed, so I could be right there with her, in her struggles. The other cats crowded around, anxious for her, and wanting to touch noses with her. Their purring and chirping I believe was likely comforting to her. She hears me when I chatter senselessly to her and likes to have me stroke her face. I know this because she'll open her eyes then, sometimes, blink, then slightly open her mouth, indicating she could take a few syringes full of nutrition and moisture.

I guess I think her chances are nil to next to nil.

I talked to the Heatherdale folks, who are emotional over it, and they want me to continue to try, to let her try to live if she can muster it. She does not appear to be suffering.

Someone else called about another long hair calico apparently on her own, not far from Heatherdale, but just across I5 from Heatherdale and down a bit. I know she was hoping I'd go trap that one and bring her here, but I can't take in every Albany stray.

As I was leaving the complex in Albany, after returning that tame stray fed there, a skinny Flamepoint saunters out into the street, apparently so ill or old or degenerated from disease he could not muster energy to move at anything more than a snails' pace. I pulled over and called to him "Hey there, what is wrong with you?" I implored. He did not even look my way when I yelled to him. He slowly moved across the intersection, walking in the middle of the road, and off into a driveway and up onto a porch.

I thought "is that cat owned, and in such terrible condition and who does that, allows a cat in that shape to roam?", but just because he was on a porch, doesn't mean he lives there. I am fed up with the behavior of people towards animals around these parts. I mean, what the fuck, who abandons old tortis and skinny ill flamepoints and black females and orange long hairs?

It is so common here, the disrespect for life and responsibility. I suppose it is common everywhere.

Goodbye Simba and Smolder

Simba and Smolder were adopted today by a future veterinarian, a vet student. Good luck, kids. What a kind and competent woman who took them home, will make a great vet no doubt.

I thought Dickens would be the first adopted of Sage's boys and that I would have trouble adopting out her black boys. Instead, now all three black boys, Shaggy, Simba and Smolder have gone to homes. Only Dickens and his mother Sage remain here waiting.

The old torti is still alive. Not sure how she is hanging in there. I had the vet student take a look. She's only second year but I thought maybe she'd know something or have some thoughts.

I'm really happy Smolder and Simba got a home together.

Cell Phone Dead. Heatherdale Cat Still Alive.

The poor torti from Heatherdale made it through the night but is still for the most part comatose. Her pupils react to light. She moans slightly when I inject some fluids, although I do only small amounts at a time, once each hour. I do not think she will come out of it, but you never know and she had earned the chance to try.

I found this under CVA surgery anesthesia crash instructions: "Common complications after CPA include a second CPA, hypotension/hypovolemia, arrhythmias, respiratory insufficiency or failure (necessitating employment of therapeutic ventilation with oxygen), organ dysfunction (gastrointestinal, neurologic, renal, coagulation), and intensive management is warranted."

My cell phone is dead. I found it this morning in the pocket of my jeans, the ones I wore yesterday and threw into the washer last night, then turned the washer on. I was changing the washed clothes to the dryer when I heard a thunk against the dryer wall and pulled out my soggy jeans to check the pockets.

I have a landline, but the mobile phone unit I have in the living room is so lousy when I turn my head when talking it rings constantly. Sometimes the people on the other end of the line hear the constant ringing too. No clue on why it does that. It was brand new out of the box, a cheap V tech.

I have an old phone I use also, attached by age old spiraled phone line to its base, then anchored to the plug in, like a dinasuar chained. It barely works and will suddenly have the volume cut out to where I think I've lost the connection. Then I shake it and the volume of the person I am listening to on the other end, might return to normal. I have no long distance on my landline.

I was going to get up really early and return the four males to the campus colony, before traffic in that area became dangerous for this endeavor, but I overslept. Now I'm stuck with the six until tonight. I fed them, changed the trap paper and they seem fine.

The other Albany female will go back today. Poor girl, she's a tame stray too, tossed out by some asshole Albany resident and there are plenty of those. So many unwanteds around here, left behind like so much trash when someone moves, gotten in the first place on a whim, or because their illigitimate unbehaved spoiled rotten run the show little toddler wanted a kitten.

Crasher. One Cat May Not Return

Update: it's not the above cat who crashed. The above campus cat is a boy. It was the Heatherdale torti who turned out to be probably six or seven, and probably has put out litter after litter, until she's completely worn out, including her heart. She's pathetic right now, crying, eyes not reactive, back arches, legs stick out stiff, still not out of anesthesia. I held her crying softly against my chest for a couple of hours. Now she's in a big carrier by the couch on a heating pad. No change. I don't think she'll make it. She was dumped at Heatherdale within the last months. The news of her condition has some people real mad at cat dumpers at Heartherdale and at people who don't fix their pets and let a nice girl be worn to death breeding, then dump her like so much trash.It's this girl, who was pregnant yet again, who probably won't make it through the night. She has a heart murmur, and crashed under anesthesia, her lungs filling with fluid and has failed to come out of anesthesia.

How Will Cats Be Blamed for These Bird Kills?

Green wind power kills hundreds of thousands of birds:

"The group reports that according to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, more than 400,000 birds a year are killed when they are struck by the fast-moving blades of wind turbines"

And now, there birds literally falling from the sky. 3000 New Years Eve in Alabama, along with a nearby massive fish kill. Today another mass bird death is reported in a small town.

My guess is these birds dropping from the sky were killed by activities of man. It is thought the 3000 or more red wing blackbirds panicked over New Years' fireworks and that the fish died of "natural causes", whatever that means. Suicide I guess.

I'm surprised cats have not been blamed yet somehow.

Eight Cats Fixed Today

Heatherdale torti being fixed today.
Tame stray the woman had inside her place when I picked the cat up, whom she feeds outside.

All the photos below are of the campus cats, six in all, being fixed today. There were three tabbies and three blacks. Two black adults and one kitten. Of the three tabbies, one is the huge medium hair male, then a very long hair tabby and a short hair tabby.
Short hair tabby and black kitten.
The big male with ringworm.
The same brown tabby in the photo with the black kitten.
The adult black I trapped in the first "outing" over there to trap.
Cute feral long hair tabby.

The first young black adult from the colony.
The black kitten again.
The black adult I trapped last night, a male I think.

Long Cold Car Sit

I sat in my freezing car five hours tonight, after any remaining campus cats. I caught only one, a black male who went straight to the food bowls, which were empty, then to the dumpster, smelled the trap, and went in.

I was after two tabbies I saw when I drove in, slightly late. I'd been after the other two cats I was to take up. One is a tame stray the woman had in her house. She sleeps all day, was just getting up when I arrived about 3:00 p.m. and she still chastised me, saying the cat had kept her awake and why didn't I call her to come get her earlier. (She feeds the cat outside)

I wanted to walk out. Seems uninclined to put out effort herself, even when she's asking for help with these cats.

I had to help find the cat who was hiding in the trashed out apartment. I just want that situation done with for good.

Then I went to Heatherdale and set a trap for the in heat stray. I love those Heatherdale folks, trailer to trailer, I love them. Usually if my car is seen, several different people will come out to chat. Anyhow, when I couldn't net her (too slow) and couldn't trap (too many other cats interfering) I went home to grab the drop trap. By the time I got back, she'd gone in the trap I'd left set.

I'd taken the tame big Maine Coon male from campus over to Heartland. They were going to do a five day stray hold on him, but then we saw, when we took him out of my trap, a small circular splotch on his huge head. Looked like ringworm. They don't want or need that there. So he rode around with me, for a couple hours. I had to deliver food to the three homeless campers. I did the usual, dumped if off along the trailhead, then parked my car, then walked back to the trail and carried the three 18 lb bags in.

Wasn't easy. Trail was flooded and the water in places was iced over, but my feet would crack through into water. I finally put plastic grocery bags over my shoes and tied them to keep them dry and that worked fine.

Richard was the only one of the three there. I tossed a bag in Pete's tent and tucked one into a storage container at Stacy's.

I had hoped this evening to catch any remnants of the just off campus colony. I wagged my finger as I left at the hole into which the short hair tabby had disappeared an hour earlier and said, "RT, I'll be back for you." I named him RT, for Remaining Tabby.

Then I realized there are two at least remaining tabbies.

At one point, sitting in my car, teeth chattering, I used an emergency candle stuffed into the top of an empty pop can to heat tuna up, to make for better bait. I punched my pocket knife blade through the side of the tuna can to hold it over the candle flame. It warmed up quickly and smelled really good. That's what caught the black one quick, the warm bait wafting out into the cold night air.

So I gave up finally and it was 25 degrees out when I gave up. Now I need to catch some zzzzz's.

Five Cats Caught Near Campus

The Hill Street people, for whom I just took in five cats to be fixed, have a friend who works in Corvallis. They told her about the trapping and then she contacted me. She feeds some strays, she said, behind her Corvallis workplace right off Monroe, right off campus.

I have a friend, who traps on campus and has trapped numerous kittens just across Monroe from this location. We collaborated. She scouted it out since the feeder was gone over the weekend and saw a mother cat she's been after for some time. I had hoped to catch her tonight. I took three traps.

I thought there were two this woman fed, then maybe that campus roamer.

I filled all three traps quickly, however, and watched another cat stroll across the parking lot. So I transferred the short hair brown tabby into the trap with the black medium hair kitten and set another trap. In the meantime, I called D and she brought a couple more traps over.

I caught two more in the end, before my butt froze and I came home. I caught two more brown tabbies, a medium hair and a huge dark brown tabby medium hair male. Three tabbies and two black, including the kitten. There are probably more.

But, at least these five are going to get fixed.

I also got a call from someone at Heatherdale Trailer park about a stray in heat female on her porch. She wants to borrow a trap and wanted her fixed. Then the low income woman who feeds the ones I trapped in another Albany location, after I got her contact info from a woman I helped in downtown Albany, well she snagged another, and has it temporarily in her place, hoping I can get that one fixed quickly. It's a girl, too, she says, and she would know.

So already, with the New Year, I'm up to my ears in people needing help with cat fixing. I hope people make a new year's resolution to fix their cats and to donate to Poppa Inc. because we sure need the funds to keep going.

OMG!!! Article Details Lawsuit Allegations Lebanon Pastor Counsels on Evil Spirits and Sodomy, Breaking Up Families

I had no idea such beliefs even existed and that a pastor would counsel families, allegedly, that most kids have been sodomized and that evil spirits are embedded in troubled people through sodomy. Amongst other things. These Lebanon gospel singers/counselors apparently also have stated sodomy is used by powerful people in mind control. From the article: "he did confirm to a Democrat-Herald reporter that he had been the subject of an interview, he thought in the late 1990s, claiming sodomy is a method of mind control used by highly placed political officials, members of the Masonic order and the Catholic Church."


Outrageous, if true. You don't want to believe such outlandish beliefs as alleged in the lawsuit exist so close to home. I'd want to think such strange things would be confined to the likes of Haiti, with its voodoo mix.

You gotta read this story! Click post title to go to story about one former Lebanon man suing this Lebanon couple for counselling he alleges led to false charges against him and the break up of his family and loss of assets and job.

So, I was over at the Mormon sisters and we started joking about it. I know, it isn't funny to those whose lives got ruined by these "counselors". We were thinking this man is so obsessed with sodomy it must have been him victimized as a child. We also started saying stuff like, "Ok farts are little baby demons, being gaseously spread (parent demons instilled by sodomy), so run like hell when you smell a fart!" We were cracking each other up.

Click here to read that interview on Marion Knox's beliefs about sodomy instilling demons and used by Masonics and the illuminata (a conservative Catholic cult) to brainwash children and inflict demons whose power can be triggered for use later by the power mogel sodomizers.

More Cat Photos

A Christmas tradition here, decorating my nonfunctional wood stove's pipe with Christmas cards!
I did not put up a tree this year, knowing it would be destroyed within an hour by my exuberant teen crowd, but I put up the usual cable lights on the inside and hung some outside too, along with the usual Christmas stockings and bells everywhere. I love bells and I love Christmas stockings.
Dex, taken today.
Dex and all the cats love to sleep in the cat beds I put in a discarded refurbished baby diaper changing station I found free at a garage sale.
Brambles, a herpes cat, who loves kittens, from the HTN colony. He's with me for life. He's a kitten greeter and loves nothing more than to cuddle with rescued kittens.
Big Zach.
Gretal, who has been here since late 2006. I moved here in February 2007. In November 2006, I was headed to the Santiam Rest Area, where a Safehaven employee, Christiana, had asked me to help trap cats abandoned there and running around in the parking lot. I was driving on Highway 34, coming from Corvallis, unaware I was soon to be evicted by my evil slumlord in Corvallis, headed to I5 then the rest area when I saw them: two teens huddled together walking shoulder to shoulder along the edge of highway 34. I could not believe it. I continued to the rest area and told Christiana about them. Seems some woman had showed up at Safehaven wanting to leave two tortis and an orange tabby and became extremely agitated and angry when they said they couldn't take them. An hour after that, Safehaven began getting calls about the pair along the edge of the highway just across from Safehaven. I caught the cats at the rest area and that night, began a three day struggle to find and catch those poor teens. I ended up camping out along highway 34 in a freezing windstorm.

I caught Hansel, the little boy, after seeing him huddled in the freezing temps in the grass. I thought he was alone, but when he moved, I saw he was on top of his sister, Gretal, to keep her warm and shelter her from the blasts of howling freezing wind. I could not let him down, after I caught him, and not protect his sister. Hence the three day camp out along that highway. I made shelters and put them along the fenceline for her, all to protect a skinny starving sick kitty from that horrendous cold. In the process, I caught a friendly tame black cat, who eventually made her way to Cat Adoption in Sherwood and got a home from there.

In the end, I caught Gretal and she has been with me ever since, even through the horrendous days that followed for me, facing eviction, then the unknown, because the furnace at my Corvallis shack failed and because my slumlady was like the grinch. I love Gretal and she is here for life.
Meesa, mother of the Quirkies, loves it here and has carved out a niche of her own.
Echo, one of Meesa's four kittens. Echo's two brothers, Chaos and Wild Willy, were adopted by a Lebanon family. Echo and Fantasia, the two girls, along with their mother, Meesa, remain here.
Simba, one of Sage's four boys. Three of whom are still here waiting for homes, along with mother Sage.

Cat Stats for 2010

Cats Fixed 2010
Total Taken in, using Poppa Inc. funds as primary funding: 513
Total Linn County cats taken in: 386
Total Benton County cats taken in: 91
Total Marian county cats taken in: 16

Wasn't a banner year for cat fixing, but nonetheless, I got quite a few taken in, considering now I have to drive an hour one way to the clinic.

I did not include the 44 I trapped for the Gorge Group or other assists, only cats whose fixes were paid for using all or part Poppa Inc. funds. I did not include in these stats the cats I took to two FCCO clinics or were done by the Neuterscooter either, as I paid donations on those cats myself. I'll get those numbers too, although they were low, since my money situation has gone downhill as well. These are only Poppa Inc. fix stats, which is impressive enough, given the cost to fix cats at the clinic we primarily use is $43 per male and $59 per female, regardless of reproductive status.

I'll have more stats as to male female ratio, feral tame ratio and how many of these myself and Poppa ended taking in to rehome, later on. I also have the numbers broken down by city.

Another Linn County Collector

Safehaven took in 21 dogs from a Sweet Home area collector whose son is a sheriff's deputy.

I had originally heard the dogs Safehaven had were brought up from California. I don't know why, but I'm glad the dogs are Linn County rather than California dogs.

The woman in the article who had the dogs claimed she rescued them. I don't believe that. Most were young and all the same breed. Yeah right lady, you rescued them.

They are small breed dogs and were made to live outside, were knotted in balls of fleas and feces.

Why is this so common here? I'm hoping it becomes uncommon here. I'm glad neighbors called the police about the plight of the dogs.

This woman sounds like a backyard breeder. Click post title to go to paper story on the dogs.

They're cute little dogs and my guess is they will get homes quickly. I don't necessarily believe the claim from Safehaven in the article that this would stretch their resources. They need groomed, which can be done in house, no cost. Flea treatment isn't that expensive for 21 little cat sized dogs. Shots, worming, spay neuter. Then they can charge $300 apiece for them.

Sure, it's a lot of hard work to get that done, but there are those of us cat people who have handled far bigger rescues completely alone.

I wish them luck in getting them cleaned up, fixed and adopted out quickly and am glad those dogs are in better hands now.