Mug Shots of Cats Fixed Yesterday

These five are from one Albany woman, fostering rescued kittens.Annatude, a little brown tabby female.
Cody, a Siamese male.
Black male kitten.
Anna, teenage brown tabby female.
Jacob, fluffy brown tabby male.

Then there were the pair from the Albany apartment. The black male died in surgery. Later, they told me he purred or snored so loudly they could hear him upstairs, when he was downstairs, so he must have had something wrong.

8 Albany Cats Fixed Today. One Dies in Surgery.

I took up 8 Albany cats to be fixed today, including Winnie, who has been in my bathroom for some time, the Siamese girl kitten from the VV colony.

I took up five cats who used to be kittens roaming the brush in Corvallis but who have been fostered in Albany for awhile now. They were ready to be fixed.

I took up two teens from an apartment complex. It was the boy of those two best friends, who didn't come home. He died suddenly during surgery. His heart stopped. He could not be revived.

The news was devastating to me. He was well loved by his owners, who found him abandoned down along the river in an Albany park.

The news affected me badly. I was in the bank drive through up there, getting some money. Since it was taking some time, I called the clinic to see if the cats were all done and ready. They were. But then the vet came on the phone to tell me the little boy didn't make it. I was upset.

Way later, when I was home and had delivered all cats back to their respective places except Winnie, who would come home with me, I was trying to find the money I took out at the bank. I couldn't find it. Then I looked on the floor of the passenger side and found the mnemonic air tube from the bank, with my funds inside it.

OMG, I thought.

I'd been so upset to hear of the little males' death, when waiting for my cash, that I'd taken the whole tube and not pulled out the money and put the tube back. I thought, "I'll be arrested!"

I tried to find the bank's number by calling 411. I got a number, but it was "no longer in service", according to the message when I was connected from 411. I then called the 800 number for the bank and spent quite a lot of time navigating the phone tree to find a human. When I did, she could not find a way to contact the bank branch either and said I'd have to drive up there with the tube tomorrow. I told her it was an hours' drive and then she apologized, saying she has no knowledge of Oregon or distances between towns. At that point she advised me to take it to a local branch.

I rushed to the local branch, since it was almost closing time on Friday for any bank. I arrived and was going to take the tube from Wilsonville inside the bank branch, when I realized Winnie was still in my car and it was hot and I couldn't leave her in the car. So I went through the drive through there, too.

When my turn came, I told the teller, through the intercom system, the whole tragic story, ending with "And I didn't want to be arrested so I'm returning it to this branch".

I think I heard giggling, from the teller manning the drive through. I guess this happens all the time. People accidentally take off with the tubes.

I should have made a cat toy out of it. Put some marbles inside it, close it up, the cats would love that. Or fill it with catnip.

I could have written a message, closed it up in the tube, sealed it with glue, and thrown it off the south jetty out into the Pacific Ocean at the coast. Message in a bank tube.

I could have added sand to it, or lead pellets, and used it as an exercise device, running up and down the streets pumping it up and down to bulge my biceps out.

I could have used it to store food in out camping so the bears wouldn't smell it. A bear proof bank food tube.

I could have made a candle holder out of it that glowed. Or a lava light stand.

I could have used it as a real bank, to store my change, until I wanted my change to buy something, like bail to get out of jail for stealing a bank mnemonic transaction tube (BMTT).

It was so shiny my eyes were attracted to it, once I discovered it on the floor of my car. Such a trinket!!!! Oh my.

But I, the true and blue honest to goodness good girl I am, rushed and rallied around, exhausted already, worn out and sad over the little dead boy cat, phoning frantically, to return Wells Fargos' little plastic bank tube, when Wells Fargo, the bank, owes me $100, because of those bad vaccines I got with their card. They supposedly had my back in their defective product card use coverage but they blew my claim off. Oh yeah baby, I remember.

Wells Fargo didn't accidentally disregard their defective product claim in the contract for their card like I accidentally forget to put the tube back in the vacuum machine at the drive through. No, I supplied ample proof, that the vaccines arrived at 70 plus degrees, including photos of the mushy package and the temperature on a frig thermometer inserted inside and the product statement that states the vaccines should not be subjected to temperatures anywhere near 73 degrees, because they begin to degrade. I supplied the e-mail from the stupid company owner, that stated she had inside information that vaccines didn't really degrade with exposure to high temperatures, that a vet told her once that wasn't true. Forget all the science behind the degradation and the product's own fact sheet. Her supposed superior cold shipping containers, nothing more than reflective sheets you buy in a roll at Home Depot. She'd taped it together, which she denied, claimed it a special pouch.

You just don't think liars should get away with lying and ripping people off and disregarding all protocol on vaccine shipment and then to have Wells Fargo agree with her and say if I wanted to contest it further I could hire a consultant, like I'm made of money. They were blowing me off like I was dust in the wind, which I am to them.

I don't trust the entity now. I'm sure there's little parts/people within it good as good can be, but the entire organism, don't trust it. It's like those Pomeranians, three in five months, nice to my face, I turn my back, they attach to my calf. I can't ever trust them again. I can't turn my back on them or I just know I'm going to get bitten bad.

Me running around like a nutcase to return their little plastic tube then is particularly pathetic in so many ways.

How stupid can a person be.

The tube could have been a down payment.

I am who I am.

Adoption!!!!!! Yahoo!

Humphrey on my lap.

Humphrey at the colony before he came home with me.


Humphrey, the gray kitten from the VV colony, neutered Tuesday, got a home today! The folks who adopted him had adopted Bambam, a Siamese kitten, from Camp Boondoggle from me about four years ago. Bambam's name is Dusty now and he's four years old. He's getting a little brother.

Good luck Humphrey. I took up Rumba and Humphrey, because they couldn't decide and ultimately, they chose Humphrey.

Movie Cowboys and Aliens Rocks!

I took advantage of Regal's $5 Tuesday movies again and saw Cowboys and Aliens, while cats from Albany and Tangent were being fixed.

This movie rocks!

Talk about natural born enemies uniting to fight aliens. This movie should be shown to our Congress once a week.

Cowboys and Aliens sports a great cast of characters. All are battle scarred with issues.

There's the likable saloon owner, who is wimpy and without respect. Until that is, the aliens take his wife.

There's the preacher, who moonlights as a doctor. He'll sew up your gunshot wound, while giving out bits of wisdom, with some preachiness thrown in, no anesthesia provided. He will at least dump some whiskey on your wound first, then take some swigs from the bottle himself.

There's the sheriff, who is raising his grandson. However, the sheriff is quickly abducted by aliens also.

There's the mysterious woman, hankering after the bad guy who shows up in town with a strange wound and no memory. The sheriff reminds him who is, by showing him a wanted poster with his face on it. Then he arrests him. He's thrown in the tank with the mean cattle man's son, who has shot a deputy, and is whining for his father to come get him.

There's the feared rich cattle man, whose son feels unloved and is spoiled rotten and gets away with anything. The cattle man's right hand man is an Indian, often tasked with cleaning up after spoiled rotten son.

The cattle man has issues. He was an army man who followed orders and as a result lost hundreds of men in a battle. He shoots anyone who dares address him as "Colonel".

The movie begins with our main character awakening in the desert. He has a wound on his stomach and a metal band around his arm. He is quickly accosted by a group of three men on horseback with a dog. Scalps hang from their saddles. They decide this man is an escaped prisoner, since he's been shot and has "irons" on one wrist and decide to take him in for any bounty might be on his head.

Big mistake. The guy is good with fists and weapons and all three soon lay dead. he picks over their things and heads off on one horse, to town, dog trailing after him. That's where he meets the preacher/doctor, who tends his wound and tells him it isn't a gunshot wound, in fact, he says, it seems cauterized. The man can remember nothing.

I can't remember names, not of characters after I see a movie, or of actors.

He gets into it with the snot nosed brat boy, who is in town to harass the saloon owner and, it is after the stranger tells him off and walks away, that the kid, angry over this lack of respect, takes a wild shot and hits the deputy in the arm. He is hauled off by the sheriff howling for his father.

In the saloon to drink, the man is approached by the mysterious woman, who seems to know something about him. She requests his help, but will tell him nothing. At that point, the sheriff and his deputies arrive at the saloon. They have seen the wanted poster out on the stranger. He and his gang robbed a stage coach of gold and committed other crimes.


And then come the aliens. As the cattle man, played by Harrison Ford, rides into town with his cattle boys, torches flaring, to rescue his brat son from justice, the aliens also come roaring into town from the sky, lassooing townspeople from their ships at random and whipping them up into the sky and their ships.

Here's where the cattle guy, the stranger with the mysterious wrist iron, the mysterious woman, the kid, all of them, come together, to ride off after the aliens and "get their people back."

Along the way, the stranger encounters his old gang of robbers, who eventually join up in the spectacular end fight against the alien ship, there to mine gold. The aliens consider the humans like insects, insignificant and not much of a threat. Along the way, the group of townspeople are surrounded by Indians too, who at first are going to kill the whites, for stealing their land and bringing the "demons from the sky".

It is the mysterious woman who clues them all in to the threat facing earth from these "scout aliens" and thus brings this unlikely group together to face a common threat. Cowboys with issues. Indians. Townspeople, including the kid, the dog, the wimpy saloon owner, and the outlaw gang of bad guys.

The mysterious woman is from another planet herself that was destroyed by these aliens. She doesn't want it to happen anywhere else.

She says if they make it back to their planet, to report, a massive invasion will follow. These alien scouts and their ship must be destroyed, they all conclude. The Indians help the stranger retrieve his memory, of what happened to him, so that he can lead them to the alien location. He'd been kidnapped by them, survived by attacking the alien about to kill him, stolen the wrist iron weapon.

The cattle baron wants to lead the attack, but the Indians don't trust him. His Indian right hand man then poignantly pleads the case that the Colonel is a good man and worthy to be followed into battle.

Then comes the big fight scene. All are proven worthy in the end.

This is a great movie, fun to watch, edge of seat moments, jump out of your skin scary moments, tearful cry your eyes out moments. I LOVED IT.

Cowboys and Aliens is why people go to movies.

This movie gives everything you want.

Photos of the Cats Taken in Yesterday and of the Two Today

These are the two cats I took up today, both from the nursing home colony.This is Little Black Mama and she is actively but not heavily lactating, so she will be returned quickly.
This male was already neutered. Then, talking to someone familiar with the colony, I find out there are two tame black males roaming there. The other one is not neutered. This one was already neutered.

So, I really only downed the numbers there by one. There is still the tame black unfixed male, the orange tom, the brown tabby female and her silver tabby kitten and now the black females' kittens, if alive, to catch and get fixed there. Seems to never end.

Tameness is relative, however. The big black formerly thought to be feral old guy male, whom I caught and took to be fixed, is now tame, as is the little brown tabby male they call Stubs. He was born feral, but now, as a young adult, likes his people!

These are four of the five cats fixed yesterday. The fifth was Humphrey, the gray male kitten from the VV colony.This was the already fixed Bengal mix male from the Kindergarten neighbors colony, taken in yesterday.This black male, from the Kindergarten Neighbors colony, was neutered yesterday.
This is the SW Albany male, fixed yesterday.
This female, from the trailer park, turned out to be already spayed.

Nabbed Two at Nursing Home

Lucky night tonight, nabbed the black female with the drop trap and netted the black tamish male. He will run right up to you, but if you pet him, he'll start hissing, for some reason. He's been hanging out there now for months and always acts starved.

The black female was the catch of the night. I stayed on, thinking luck was with me, and maybe I'd get the brown tabby female and her one kitten, too. But, not to be.

The black female was seen with a black long hair kitten, just one, a week ago, but the kitten hasn't been seen since. Could have been picked up by someone. Could have been killed by raccoons. Might still be alive out there.

So, we're down to, that we know of, the brown tabby female, her silver tabby kitten, and the roam in orange tom, who is not a nightly visitor.

If we get the mom and kitten, we'll call it good.

These two caught tonight are cats 25 and 26 caught there.

Yes, I'm worn out. I was out there last night also trying but no luck. I conked out today when up with cats being fixed in my hot car in a park. Got to get my zzzz's where I can.

Five Cats Go Up to Be Fixed, But Only Three Needed Fixed

I took up five cats to be fixed, two from the newly renamed "Kindergarten Neighbors" colony. Yeah, after last night, I renamed that colony.

The male the caretaker swore was not fixed, the brother of the one who was fixed, really was already fixed. He got an ear tip at least. The black male was fixed from there.

I took up Humphrey, the gray male kitten from the VV colony who has been in my bathroom ten days or a week, I can't remember how long.

I took up the brown tabby male caught over on 15th. There's one more there, a woman is attempting to catch, a big male Siamese. But at least one of the two big boys is now fixed.

Humphrey, the black male, and the big brown tabby boy were the only unfixed cats of the five I took up.

The first one caught at the Tangent trailer park was an already spayed female. They found the spay scar so she got no anesthesia and was not cut open, just had her belly shaved. That trailer park now requires all residents to keep their cats inside. Outside cats are subject to trapping and euthanasia. Fortunately, a resident is trapping the strays and will relocate them to a relative's property. She doesn't know if this cat belongs to a resident, ignoring the rules, or was one left behind by a "cat lady", when she moved. Supposedly this woman left behind almost twenty cats.

Anyhow, the resident will advertise the cat as found. If it is a tenants' cat, that tenant will get lectured on the trailer park rules and the fact if they let their cat out, their cat will end up dead under the new rules. But likely it's one left behind. If so, she'll try to find it a home and last resort, take it to her relatives' horse property.

I've decided to end involvement in the Kindergarten Neighbors colony. There are two females still over there who need fixed and three males. Then the neighbors male, whom they could easily get fixed using a Safehaven voucher, if they would.

This is now in the hands of the colony caretaker to get the rest of those cats fixed or contained so I can transport them. It is in the hands of that neighbor to get her own cat fixed, to save him, and to behave responsibly towards the cat and to her neighborhood.

I am not sitting out there again. The caretaker was inside with a woman friend while the neighbors kids caused me so many problems, when trying to catch his cats. There's nothing right about any of it.

I wanted badly to end the reproduction there once and for all, for the cats sake, but it's hell on me, with neighbors behaving as they do and no help from the caretaker.

Kind of Like Kindergarten

I tried once again to trap over at the Bengal colony. Started out ok. I set up the drop trap, caught the unfixed black long hair male and a Bengal mix male who allegedly is not fixed, although the colony caretakers are not completely sure. Among the first 24 cats I got fixed there, very few got ear tips, because the man intended to find them homes.

So then all hell breaks loose with the across the street neighbor's kids, all teens, and even the neighbor herself, the woman with whom I got into it before, when she claimed it was not me, but a friend of hers, who got the first two dozen cats fixed.

She had also commisserated with a different neighbor who was complaining I should not be bringing them back once fixed. But he didn't complain to me. He was grumbling loudly to himself, then to this other woman, who joined in, who herself has an unfixed male who at that very time, was yowling after an in heat female almost in the middle of the street.

Tonight, the kids were throwing a rubber football that repeatedly struck my car. Then it was thongs hurled my direction. One girl tried to sneak over and yank the drop trap string, even though the cat eating under the trap was an already fixed cat. See they all were rip roaring anxious, like this was a big side show put on solely for their enjoyment, to see a cat caught under the drop trap and were very upset I hadn't yanked the string, just for them, even though the cat under there was already fixed. The little girl's mother was right there watching too, did not stop her kid from trying to sabotage my efforts. I stopped her.

The final straw was another thong hurled at my car door. I got out, as the kid came over to retrieve it, and kicked it back across the street towards them. They then suddenly all became very silent, like they knew I had finally had more than I could take. Then I got my shit and left. WTF?

They are a pain in the butt and have no problems wasting a volunteers time. They don't care if they waste my time or cause me problems catching cats to clean up their neighborhood and make life better in their neighborhood. How stupid and selfish is that?

I wanted to yell at them "If you want to catch a cat, catch your own male and get him fixed." But...been there, tried that.

I'd love to finish that colony. How much abuse should a volunteer be willing to take to benefit the cats?

The Long List

I have a long list of cat situations to finish.

The cat over near the Albany kiddy pool, whose kittens KATA took, they're no longer feeding her, so how and where to catch her, that's a big issue. I've tried, and wondered why I was not seeing her in my attempts there, where she gave birth, where she was supposedly being fed. Well, I finally find out, they quit feeding her.

There's the second mother cat who was not fixed, owned by the woman who owned the adult female whose five kittens Evan took in, the kittens where two tested FIV positive. Evan is the retired founder of Cat Adoption. I got their mother fixed, four of the kittens, and an adult male the woman also had, but the other mother I didn't get fixed, because her kittens were under two weeks old. I've left messages that have not been returned, so I don't know what is going on there.

I've got some kittens people took in from mother cats I got fixed at an apartment complex off Marian. Two kittens specifically still not fixed from that mother cat who lived in the same complex. Then the people who adopted one of them, from the neighbor with the now fixed females, also rescued a kitten down along the river, so they wanted him fixed, but he was way too little then. Both households vowed to call me once their kittens were big enough. No calls from either. The third kitten of that now fixed mother's litter, a male, whom the man with the mother cat kept, I took in long ago to be fixed.

I've got some Corvallis people who want help with a mother who has had at least seven litters, the latest were only three weeks old, but they don't return the messages I leave. Maybe they can't retrieve messages or something. I don't know. They had the mother, an adult male and two four or five month olds needing fixed.

I've got those darn five unfixed cats at that nursing home, who are a pain in the butt to try to catch due to so many people feeding and so much trapping that's gone on by several people.

I've got the two unfinished Lebanon colonies. One is down to just the kittens, about 11 of them, some of whom had not achieved two pounds, so we are waiting until for sure all are over two pounds. The other colony still has seven unfixed adults plus five kittens, but the feeder isn't at all into getting them fixed, seems a bystander to the issue, and places all initiative on me.

Then there's the Tangent situation. I got called by a woman awhile back, referred to me by KATA, that she had about 20 cats she wanted me to take. I was then told by the mother of a woman who ended up at the trailer park, that the manager decided to trap all the strays and have them euthanized. The original "crazy cat lady" as she was referred to, who fed the strays without getting them fixed, moved out and left them to their fate.

But, fortunately for those cats, that young woman I helped, when she lived elsewhere, has now moved in there, and is on top of it. She wants to trap those cats herself and relocate them to a relative's farm property.

I have known this woman for many years. I first met her when she was a child, living in an apartment, when helping them with cats then. Then she had gone on to have kids as a teen herself, moved here and there, always picking up strays and she'd call me to help get them fixed. The last time, she lived in Tangent and I helped her get 11 fixed. Then I had become worried after seeing that property boarded up, over what happened to her and her animals. Well, she's now at the trailer park and has some of those cats with her. Her mom has at least one. I know that because I just helped her mom get two kittens she rescued as bottle babes, fixed. They're all a bunch of low income animal lovers, is what they are. Nice folks.

The big plan is that she will trap the trailer park stray cats and I'll help get them fixed and loan her what she needs to relocate them. I'm not sure it will work out, but we plan on trying. Another big project.

I've got to catch another mother over at the N. Albany trailer park, too. And four more kittens there need fixed.

There are three or four more kittens out at the VV colony to catch. I had to return the orange boy, Sunny, and the tabby tux female kitten, Missy, because they wanted them back. I found out too they saw a coyote on their property and neighbors have seen coyotes close in, which made my heart sink. When returning those two kittens, right before I left to go camping, I took a photo of a cat in the rafters, shaded by sun reflection, whom I could not identify. The caretaker said when he spooked the other side that he was one of the fixed gray males, but when I examined the photo, I see he is indeed a gray male, but is not fixed.

Then while I was gone, got an e-mail from some senior helper volunteer who wanted me to trap 15 cats an old Lebanon woman feeds, but she said, in the e-mail, that the old woman would only take back two of them. I told her in reply I can't take in 13 cats, but maybe I could help get the cats fixed, if she would take them back.

What are people thinking, when they feed cats but don't get them fixed, I wonder, or maybe they don't, just see a hungry cat and feed the cat, then feed the others who show up, then the kittens who are born. Then when there are so many it's a problem, they start making the calls and think or hope they'll all be carted away to wonderful lives by magic.

Lots of people do not know, still, that there are easy quick spay neuter solutions, for that very first cat who shows up hungry. Got to get that word out better.

Since there are cheap and easy solutions in this area, also got to get people off their butts to implement solutions themselves! Somehow.

But, what a difference fixing cats, being fed, can make, for the cats, yes, but also for the people who feed them. The VV colony is contained despite there being another unfixed gray male and four unfixed kittens still up there. The male will be hard to catch. The kittens, not so much. Just waiting for them to be over two pounds.

Check out the proud adult ear tips! The other photos are of the unfixed kittens. I try to document, so I'll know who is still out there in need of fixing.

Unfixed Siamese kitten.
Unfixed tabby on white kitten, one of four, born to Missy, a now fixed female.
What a difference. Four females greet me, all fixed, all ear tipped.
Ear tipped calico, and proud of that ear tip and what it means.
Tabby tux, showing off hers!
Black adult female, showing off her ear tip.
Unfixed Lynx Pt. kitten.