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AND, a Corvallis horse woman adopted the two short hair Siamese kittens from the old woman colony. She is really good with animals and they have a great chance with her.

I talked to both bottle babe feeders. The first woman, who took four of them, reports they are all still alive. She is so dedicated! So are her daughters.

The second woman reports that the Siamese bottle babe, who was struggling so, twice almost died, did in fact die the first night there. The other three, two boys and a girl, are so far, doing fine, however.

So seven of the original ten bottle babes, born to Synergy, the mother who after giving birth, moved them around, leaving six in a pile under a tree near the back porch of the old woman, after moving four to a brush pile. She eventually returned for four of those six, leaving two to die. I intervened for those two, but they were two of the three who later died.

I found the first four fairly soon, after Synergy ended up in a trap, but failed to find the other four until late that same night, meaning they had been alone for quite awhile, just after being born. I had no idea there were more than six until I heard them screaming from the brush pile that night. It is a miracle any of them are still alive.It's the two short hair kittens in the foreground, one a boy and one a girl, who just left for a new life with a horse woman.

Pepper and Kenji Leave

I violated my own rules and adopted out a pair of kittens unfixed. Kenji and Pepper. Why? Because the woman is awesome, and it's an awesome home opportunity for them and she was looking for a sibling pair of long hairs. Such a home doesn't come up often and I know she will get them fixed. While here, she made an appointment for them to be seen by her vet.

Adopting a rescued kitten helps the economy!!

Goodbye sweet Pepper and Kenji. Good luck!

Random Photos

I returned the two adult females I still had here, from the very old woman colony. Whiteliner is one of the most unusually colored cats I've ever met. She is all black except the edges of her ears are lined in white. The backs of her ears, low, near her head, also have a sprinkling of white. She has a few white hairs on her nose and one white freckle. She's fabulous.Whiteliner!
Synergy, the Lynx Point Siamese mom of ten bottle babes, was returned last night also, along with Whiteliner.

Here are the two adult females, in one carrier with the four kittens fixed from the colony too, and still in my bathroom, getting over colds and hoping for somewhere to call home.


Miss Daisy likes to suddenly land, out of nowhere, on my back and ride me like a horse or a mule or a.....You gotta be ready for anything around here.



Sam in the cat yard!
I didn't go to the balloon launch this year at the Arts and Air Festival, but on Sunday morning, I went out to get the paper, and was met with balloons over my neighborhood.

Balloon over a neighbor house.
Mooki, formerly one of the Spicer boys, in my cat yard.
Honey, against the window.
Teddy, formerly of the homeless camp, like Honey.
Valentino in August. So far, that home I thought he was going to, has not materialized.
Handsome Valentino again.
The cat yard!

Mini Cooper, a.k.a. Billy, in His New Home

Cooper, formerly known as Billy and before that, as Hoops, is doing great in his new home and even sleeps with their dog. Makes me feel good to get update photos!

I had quite a day. One of the Silverton Crazy Cat rescue ladies came down and drug her hubby and corgis along. Her hubby came with an electric chain saw and we sawed at the problem tree. I ended up on the roof, pulling on branches to get the limb to come my direction. We didn't touch the big huge branches and cut about four three to four inch limbs, which was enough work on a hot day. I had to take apart the cat wire enclosure to do that, but that wasn't much trouble.

Created quite the debris mess. We joked around a lot. I offered my bike helmet to one of the corgis, for safety reasons but it didn't fit. This time, I at least put on shoes instead of my rubber sandals.

Viv supervised from the ground and gave suggestions and kept the corgis out of trouble. I told her hubby it was all physics in getting them to fall properly, a comment which came back to haunt me, since not one of the branches fell where we wanted it to fall.

Then we went to Willamette Park with Subway sandwiches and were attacked by angry hungry aggressive yellow jackets, which had us running in circles around picnic tables while trying to eat very quickly.

Then off for a short walk, down to the old ferry dock along the Willamette where one of the corgis and I waded in. I could not resist water, as usual, and was soon wet to my knees, even with long pants on. Viv suggested I roll them up to look fashionable. "Ok," I said, "and it is quite important for me to look and be fashionable in my designer Value Village prestained jeans."

"Yes," she said, roll them up fashionably. So I tried.

She scared me on the way because I had the leash of one of the corgis. "When he tires out, that's it," Viv said, "he stops. Then you have to carry him." I'm staring at the dog thinking, "Is he going to just stop any second and how heavy is that corgi?" I made her switch corgis with me. I had the leash then of the bouncier corgi that wasn't supposed to be prone to just quitting on a walk.

Back we walked and sat for awhile making comments about college students blowing up rafts by mouth to float the river. One guy was really good, filled a big raft by mouth-blowing very quickly. We complimented him on his obvious talent. He replied "I've always been full of hot air."

The corgis were very sleepy at this point, so we had to leave of course.

Once home, I reattached the cat yard wire and cleaned up tree debris then returned the two old woman colony adult females. They really wanted out of my bathroom. No word on the bottle babes, on whether any have survived yet. I'll call both ladies tomorrow and see.

I'm very tired from the tree work and re-attaching the cat wire, which cranks my neck, working arms overhead. I know I should not do such work, because I pay later and I'm already paying for other dastardly overdo's in hard labor.

Suri and Kenji get a Home

Update: shortest adoption ever! Kenji got returned because he cried nonstop. I don't hear a peep out of him here. He's little and that's fine they brought him back. They're taking Pebbles in about a week. Yay!

Suri and Kenji just went to a great home together. The woman may also adopt Pebbles later on. I am so happy to find such a good home for two kittens.

I will miss both, however. Good luck, Suri and Kenji!

In other news, I have been unable to get malware off my computer and it is playing havoc. My computer is a mess. I am going to close off my e-mail account and other accounts and switch browsers. I thought Firefox was safer but things have only become worse. I think I need to remove everything from my computer and start over or even try to find a different one. What a pain!

I love technology but it can make a person have sledge hammer to PC dreams and wake up smiling.

Nowhere Kittens

These are four Lebanon kittens, from the very old woman colony and they sure need a saint to step up and take them on. I am going to give them three more days here, hoping I can find them somewhere. After that, they will have to go back if I can't find them a safe place. They need handled and on antibiotics and they'll come around quickly. However, they cannot stay here, due to my current overload and inability to place even wonderful tame delightful kittens (Surri, Pebbles and Rumba)



I hate going into Lebanon to help cats. There are so many apathetic awful people in Lebanon. Nobody seems to give a shit about anything and many of the properties are basically junk yards. There are more than the usual numbers of houses rotting in garbage and piles of junk, with people living inside them like rats. There are so many young kids running around dressed already like whores. It can drive a person nuts to even drive through and see the massive numbers of uncared for and unwanted kids and animals.

I know there are good people who live there, too. I know it is tough for kids whose parents are addicts or alcoholics to grow up differently. But it isn't impossible, if they can find role models or purpose elsewhere.

Bottle Babes Leave

The bottle babes are gone. They went to some experienced bottle babers, unlike me. I'm no good with bottle babes, usually too worn out to keep up the feeding schedule which is why two died. I collapsed in exhaustion in the end, and had to trust their mother would take care of them, but she didn't.

She was too stressed and too young.

The other mother would let them nurse on her but not lay out so they could nurse. They'd try to tunnel under her to get at her nipples but it was not good and they would not clean them or stimulate their bowels and bladder movements.

I brought two back this morning from what seemed certain death, with heat, sub cu fluids, Karo syrup, then KMR. They're amazing with their will to survive.

What will be will be. Both parties who took four each have lots of experience with bottle babe nursing. If they live, they live.

Mom and Surrogate Mom will go home tomorrow. Most likely, I'll have to also return the four kittens. They can't stay in my hot garage.

Doomed Bottle Babes

The bottle babies are doomed, I think. Their own mother won't have anything to do with them. A second has died and two more are on the verge.

I am exhausted and really fed up. I am going to have to let nature take it's course. I'm too tired to keep at it.

I've had one call on my ad in the paper. This guy had no idea what "fixed" meant and wanted to know "if they're rescued then they've been exposed to all that garbage". I had no idea what he meant. I suggested he adopt from a shelter then. He has no idea apparently that the free kittens handed out on craigslist have been exposed to everything in the world, including FIV and Felk because people let their females free roam and they have no clue what the daddies are carrying around.

Similar to letting your teen daughter go out and mate with disease ridden bums, prostitutes and truck drivers.

I don't like doing adoptions.

I am in a terrible mood from exhaustion and from watching bottle babes die. Must go to sleep and let be what happens.

Photos of the 20 Cats

I took 20 cats to be fixed yesterday. All 20 were from Lebanon. 18 came from the Old Woman colony and two from the Kind Man colony. I returned most of the cats today, despite exhaustion. I did not wake up until 1:00 p.m.!

I didn't want to return the orange and white kitten to the Kind Man colony. He's sick, full of worms, although I wormed him once now, and should be in a home, not living in berry vines and bushes. I left a note on the man's door, asking him to please take the kitten to a vet, to worm all the cats, underlining "wormer is cheap" and begging him to contact me to get the rest fixed so "no more unwanted kittens have to get sick and live like this".

The old woman told me she used to have a cat carrier. It was the control freak man neighbor whose daughter asked to borrow it then never returned it. When the old woman asked her to bring it back, she claimed "the cats destroyed it". The neighbors did not replace the stolen carrier. That tells what those people stand for right there. Stealing from a neighbor, from an old woman, that isn't right.
This is the sick orange and white kitten, who really needs out of there and a home. I am so over full here, I could not help him.
Siamese mix male kitten fixed from Kind Man colony. This kitten is also tame and it's a shame so many are born unwanted.

Of the 18 I took in from the Old Woman colony, today I returned 11 of them. Of the other seven, one was the Siamese mix male who was euthanized. Four more are kittens still in a hutch in my garage. I was too tired to get them out this afternoon to return them. I suppose I hope for a miracle, someone stepping forward to take them.

Then I have two adult females, Synergy, the mom who had ten the day I arrived to trap, and Whiteliner, a strange black female with white lining the edges of her ears. Both were lactating and I hoped if one would not nurse the kittens, the other would. I took Whiteliners' kittens to Safehaven. One of Whiteliner's kittens, behind a fence. There were five behind the fence. I laid down and reached through a hole and pulled out three, and later found the other two in the berry vines.
The sick Whiteliner kittens in a carrier during the Safehaven kitten juggling.
Whiteliner, a Siamese kitten, and a brown tabby, the only cat I did not catch, atop the pump cover.
Black tux male and the Siamese who was euthanized, lay in the grass, before I began to trap.Big Fluffy, a large black male, fixed yesterday.
Strings, a young black female, fixed yesterday. I had to name them for the clinic.
Crusty, a tame all white male with beginning skin cancer on his ears. He really needs a home with a good kind person who will take care of him. He's really sweet.Billy a big black tux male, fixed yesterday.
Black tux young female, fixed yesterday.
Black tux young tame male, fixed yesterday. He'd do great in a home of his own.

Grenada, DSH gray tux female fixed yesterday.
Fabian, medium hair Lynx Pt. Siamese male fixed yesterday.
Gray tux female kitten and one of three Siamese kittens, whom I have not yet returned, in a hutch now in my garage. Of the four kittens, two were boys and two girls.
Duster, DSH brown tabby tux male, fixed yesterday.
Huffy, black male, with severe URI, fixed yesterday. The vet clinic sent home antibiotics for the old woman to mix into their food daily.Kate, short hair black female fixed yesterday.This old calico, and another, have been fixed for a decade and were done at a very early Corvallis FCCO clinic.

One of Ten Bottle Babes Dies

Last night, one of the ten bottle babes, all born to the same mother, believe it or not, had died. He was one of the original two she left to die and by last night, his heart was making bizarre beats. Maybe she knew and maybe that's why she left him. I have no doubt there will be more deaths. These cats were terribly worm infested. I don't know if roundworm larvae can cross the placenta. They invade and cross through organs in severely infected cats.

Any cat who gives birth to ten kittens and is worm infested doesn't have much to put into forming each kitten. I don't know if any will survive. It's unbelievable she had ten kittens and another mother there had 8 kittens.

Boy, what's in the water in Lebanon?

I had tried to split the kittens between the two mothers, since the 8 older kittens went to Safehaven and a neighbor took one in. But the black mom, who had the 8, abandoned them in the night. I woke up to kitten screams. They were cold and hungry. I put them back on the heating pad, warmed them up, fed them, then put them all in with Synergy, their real mom, who is trying to care for them and to recover, from having ten kittens and spay surgery. Thankfully, she got the feral package at the Snipped clinic, so she got wormed. She also tested negative for FIV/Felk.

These poor cats have suffered with parasite loads and still, when the mothers were impregnated, had to donate what they little they had to forming kittens.

No wonder there were relatively few cats there. Kittens just don't survive under those conditions.

From first litters this spring and summer, there were only four survivor kittens who grew to be about three months old.

Roundworms kill kittens. They kill them by stealing nutrition and their ability to grow and by robbing their mother of nutrition while they are still in the womb. They also kill kittens in more hideous ways, strangling them, destroying their organs and blocking their guts.

I also wormed the orange and white kitten from the Kind Man colony and he pooped out roundworms you wouldn't believe. What is wrong with people, putting out food but doing nothing else?

I can understand this from a really old woman but not from younger people, who can buy a bottle of wormer for almost nothing and mix it into food put out, with almost no outlay of effort or money?

What is wrong with people who own cats, as house pets, who don't even fix or worm their own cats?

Feed cats, your own, or strays? Fix them and worm them. At least.

What a Night

I actually had good luck in the end, trapping at the old woman's place. I caught 16 adults. I left traps set because I saw at least three more.

I dug 18 kittens out of brush piles and grass, getting scratched up from branches and vines in the process.

After leaving the five kittens at Safehaven, two just borns and three three-week olds, I returned to find the mother of the two newborns, at least I think it's the mother, in a trap. Rather than release her, I went to where I'd seen her, or a cat who looked like her, carrying away the four kittens she wanted. She'd left two behind for hours and those are the two I finally picked up, fed and that Safehaven took.

I saw them way back in the brush pile and got down on the ground and crawled into the hole, reaching way back and grabbing all four. Now I had four newborns. I fed them again.

I then went to look behind the fence, where two more older kittens had been. This is where I"d pulled out the three before. They were nowhere to be seen, but I could still hear screaming inside the shed of the neighbor in front of the old woman's place. She and I went to talk to them.

They had placed 8 kittens in a box. The black mother's name is now Kate plus 8! Eight kittens to feed. There were only three left in the box. The neighbors were concerned about what had happened to the other five. I told them three of them were at Safehaven. They wanted the little Siamese girl and had already purchased KMR and looked up online how to care for her. I found the other finally, out in some berry vines next to the fence. Kate plus 8 had become overwhelmed it seems, caring for 8 kittens and decided five would be better, and abandoned three of them.

I don't blame her.

I took the two in the berry vines and the two in the box and called Safehaven again. Kitten juggling. They were about to close, but said if I would take the two newborns, to keep them with mom, they'd take the four three-week olds, if I got there quickly. Off I went.

I was down two at least. For the time being.

I did some stuff at home and went back. I was picking up cats when the old woman called to say some were caught. But this time, I heard more crying from the brush pile, only I couldn't place the location. It was almost dark. The brush pile is huge and full of cat holes.

I had no gloves or long sleeve shirt along. I just went for it, figuring I had their mother in a trap and they'd die if I didn't get to them somehow. I dug through and the kittens helped by crying. They were already losing body heat when I finally reached way down through piles of cobweb enclustered pine needles and dead branches and felt something soft. There were four. One is white. one is black. Two are black and white. I have no idea who their mother is. They were in the same general location as where I'd found the other four, after trapping their mom, but these are shorter in body length, even though the other six still had umbilical cords attached. Smaller mom, I figure, but who is she? No answers were forthcoming, other than trying to figure out who I had trapped in the three hours before I heard them cry.

I fed them.

I was also trapping at the Kind Man colony. However, more shit there. He knew I would be trapping but had piled food everywhere, including wet food. I could not believe it. Nonetheless, I netted one kitten and trapped another.

The old woman is over 85 years old. She's almost deaf and has no help. She's pretty spry for that age. Really spry for that age. But my gosh, to be that old and alone, now that is tough.

The neighbors in front and back of her are very nice. I was pretty happy to find that out, after the run in with another neighbor.

So I've got ten kittens. Safehaven took seven and a neighbor took one. 18 kittens out of there. I don't know if the ten newborns will survive. I immediately hutched the cat I think is the mother of the six newborns. I don't know because there are two who look exactly alike and I caught only one and I don't know which one I caught. I had no time to look for lactation. I was not going to take her to be fixed, but I need the vet to tell me if she is the mother and he will be able to tell, because her uterus will look like a cat who just had kittens.

He nailed the fact the black tux from the Albany street had just had kittens, even though she was not lactating. Later, I was told the couple who feed those cats killed the kittens just after they were born.

So I will let him sort out who the mothers are. If nothing else, I have Kate Plus 8 and after trying to nurse 8 kittens, she could nurse those four newborns, if I can't figure out who their real mom is. Kate Plus 8 is AWESOME! Except for the fact she decided to dump three of her brood.

Synergy, the Lynx Pt. Siamese, if she's the mom, dumped two of hers, to die. Boy.

Why do I get involved in such exhausting and demanding endeavors? That old lady was desperate for help. She's 86 years old! I helped her. I'm not sorry.