Saturday, June 30, 2012

13 More Local Cats to S/nipped

Dawn, Thursday morning.  I'd stopped by the seed warehouse very early, on my way to the clinic, to check traps one last time.  Dawn was breaking as I drove away.
Juno, Seed Farm Siamese female, fixed Thursday.

Juno again, under anesthesia at Snipped.




I took down 13 more local cats to S/nipped on Thursday.  I took five adults from the Corvallis river business.  I caught an adult Siamese female at the seed farm and another black kitten, who screamed her head off late Wednesday night, as I loaded the trap in the dark there under the stars.  I thought I had lucked out and caught the Siamese mom of the two kittens I have been trying to catch.  I'd snuck up on those kittens earlier in the day and netted one of them.  The other got away jumping up and into the middle of a pallet and darting out the back side.

The little girl I caught was sick with conjunctivitis and a sneezy cold.  She was so dehydrated I doubt she would have survived another two days.  Lucky for her I spotted her and had my net.  But the Siamese adult I caught turned out to be about two weeks pregnant--the west end in heat Siamese I'd run into when I first arrived to catch cats this time around.  She would have had 8 kittens.  So now I have those two little seed girls in my bathroom.

The Corvallis business had caught a little tabby long hair kitten, with one of their traps.  I don't know how long she had been in the trap.  The trap was sitting, with her in it, out front of a building when I went to trap Wednesday morning.  I pulled her out and she tamed very quickly since she was scared and hungry and thirsty.  I sat there with her against me as a deer who had followed me and was interacting with the cats, hung around my car, curious or bored or lonely.

That night, I caught both unfixed females there and three males, including a huge bruiser short hair black who later tested positive for FIV at S/nipped and was euthanized.

Tuesday night, I went up to the Lebanon Kitten Factory colony, after the last two adults there.  I had the drop trap set up but so many other fixed cats would go under and eat, I finally set a regular trap.  I put a full water bottle under the door to prop it open, baited the trap and ran a string tied around the neck of the bottle inside, to where I watched.  The female came first, a little gray girl.  She wouldn't go under the drop trap since some dominant cats were under it eating, but she did go into the regular trap beside it.  The caretaker had been feeding in a tied open trap so they were used to eating in the trap.  When she was all the way in, I gave the string a yank and she was caught.  The male had not yet showed up.

When he did, he didn't come near the drop trap.  Big huge fixed manx male Samson was guarding the food from him.  Samson would not let him come close.  So I set up a small regular trap on the other side of the driveway.  Samson could not guard both sides at once.  I used a bottle again to  hold up the door.  Eventually the big smoke male made his way directly into the trap and I yanked the bottle out from under the door and we celebrated the last unfixed cats would be fixed!

As I'd sat, waiting for action, for the two unfixed's to show up, the caretaker's husband brought me half a ruebon sandwich, then a cup of his own home made baileys, then plied me with cheese he smokes himself.  He's a funny and fun guy!  I really enjoy that couple.

Already fixed muted torti beside the trap at the Lebanon Kitten Factory Colony.

Club Foot Soda, a huge smoke male, with formerly broken front foot, fixed Thursday from the Lebanon Kitten Factory Colony.
Sadie, DSH gray female, from Lebanon Kitten Factory colony, fixed Thursday at S/nipped.


I also had made arrangements to pick up two adults from an Albany woman.  But when I arrive, she also has three unfixed teens, and four kittens.  I direct her to put the two adults, a male and a lactating female, mother of the teens and the four young kittens, into carriers and also the three teens, two girls and a boy.  So all of them were fixed.  One of the teens turned out to be pregnant.
The very sweet Allie, DMH black tux mom cat, fixed last Thursday, from Albany.

Sweet teen boy Lance, fixed last Thursday from the Albany cat house.

Bad photo of teen black tux female Sunshine, from the Albany house, fixed last Thursday.

Teen tabby on white Sushi, from the Albany house, fixed last Thursday.  She was pregnant at spay.  I didn't get a photo of Ducky, the adult black male, also with a club foot from his foot being broken, also fixed last Thursday from this same house.

When I returned the Corvallis river business cats, they'd caught another kitten.  It's a black tux fuzzy girl.  She's now also in my bathroom.

Shampoo, DLH black male fixed Thursday, from Corvallis River Business Colony.


Storm, DSH black lactating female.  She was fixed Thursday.

Tippy, DSH brown tabby female from Corvallis river business, fixed Thursday.

Contender, the big black male with severe skin and mouth issues that led to him being tested for FIV.  He was positive and euthanzied.  FIX YOUR MALES!

Beeber, DSH black male from river business colony, fixed Thursday.

Female kitten from the Corvallis river business.


Deer and cat, hanging out.



 I went to eat lunch by the ocean while down at the clinic and drove to Sunset Bay.  Sunset Bay is very popular and was even when I was a kid growing up in that area.  There is a campground and a very small beach and enclosed bay.  The narrow mouth of the bay makes swimming and surfing inside quite safe, by comparison.  Tide pool exploration, clamming and crabbing are very popular there also.



Tide was out, so I explored tide pools and spotted this green anenome.

These guys were intent on taking crab pots out into the bay.




Sunset Bay!

The narrow mouth of the bay, at low tide.


 I have to do something about this new computer tower.  It shuts down often, claiming some hardware problem, then must be rebooted.  I dread trying to call Dell.  You get some foreigner you can barely understand and really, it needs to be sent back.  My brother bought it new and it doesn't work right.  You don't then try to fix something like that over the phone with someone you can't even understand.  You send it back and they should refund your money or send another one.  The problem is I didn't purchase it and my brother wants me to deal with it.


UPDATE:  I finally got ahold of Dell.  It is harder than you think to even find a customer service number.  Their technical support on their website is full of useless stuff, but no number to call.  There was an offer of a free scan to check your computer, so I did.  Supposedly they found multiple problems including a corrupt hard drive.  But then when you click "fix", it's a scam, a product they're trying to sell you for $40 a year.  So I finally find a number to call and finally get some guy after the computer voice lady, who tries to sell me an extended warranty.  I say "but this computer doesn't actually work correctly now and you want me to buy an extended warranty on something not even working correctly now?"  So I'm transferred to someone else, who says it's Windows not the hard drive, corrupting the computer and they say I need to go buy a flash drive to take off my photos and call them back next Tuesday when they will restore everything including Windows to factory settings.  They claim it was probably a corrupt Windows update or something.  I'm not really buying any of this.  I guess I never believe I'm being told the truth anymore, am such a skeptic.  Guess I don't believe companies ever come clean their product just might be a complete lemon and maybe they should replace it and be honest.  So when they do that, if I let them, they will remove every program I've added, like Gimp, Firefox and Picassa.

Friday, June 29, 2012

The Ultimate Free Loading Manipulator (on craigslist, where else)

 OMG, this post can only make one laugh.  It's author is either the ultimate leechy freeloader, with a side of passive aggressive manipulation or a jokester, already bored with summer. 

 

Sponsor a Pitbull Spay (Corvallis)


Date: 2012-06-29, 12:12PM PDT
Reply to: v89wp-3108983352@comm.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]

I understand there are a lot of people who would like to see pit bulls spayed.
Well here is your chance to do your part!
I have a sweet 8 1/2 month old pitbull who is going to start going into heat soon.
Currently, I cannot afford for her to get spayed, but she is around a lot of un-neutered dogs and pit bulls.
I don't want her to get pregnant, but keep in mind the litter of 10 that she came from was an accident.
So if you would like to sponsor the spaying of a pit bull for what ever moral justification you have, then feel free to contact me and I will make arrangements with a vet.
If not, we may see some more cute little pit bulls on the streets of Corvallis in the near future! :)

Monday, June 25, 2012

Scottish Fold stray Gets Home

The little long hair Munchkin Scottish Fold mix female, not much more than a kitten herself, who was living as a stray in Albany, got a home tonight, three days after she was fixed at the FCCO and only a day after I figured out she's actually tame. 

I was so happy I wanted to scream for joy.  Small victories. For the cats.  For me.

Thank you.  That's all for tonight.

Munchkin/Scottish Fold Albany Stray is Tame



The little girl, who birthed a few weeks ago, over off Clover Ridge, in Albany, is tame.  I suspected she was, after the old couple who feed her had trapped her, a week before I had anywhere to get her fixed.  So I housed her here in a rabbit hutch.  I took her sole surviving kitten, only three weeks old, whom she had abandoned when she went into heat again.  I bottle fed him a couple of nights, bought more KMR to do it, which cost me, then pawned him off to Heartland.

His mom was fixed Friday, along with the seed warehouse boys and five from a Corvallis business.  I was set to return her Sunday.  However, I found out she is completely tame.  She's a munchkin scottish fold cross and tiny, young to boot.  So fragile, so grateful and happy to be petted again.

I call the old couple and tell them.  I ask them to take her in as a house cat.  They say "We already have a house cat, but we'll ask around."   They want me to come get my trap.

They have donated nothing and resentment rises within me.  I know they will not "ask around".  I know they have shoved it all off on me without a moment of guilt.  I know that they never even attempted to catch the white male so he could be fixed, after trapping the female even though they claimed they did.  I know a clean untouched trap when I see one.  It was, after all, my trap, I'd left them to catch him with.

I finally go to get the trap, feeling like a slave.  I ask them for a donation, telling them I am just a volunteer and have to pay out for all I've done for them.  The woman turns from the couch.  A movie is on hold on the big screen, a black actor face frozen. Like hers.  She wasn't expecting this.   He fishes a $10 bill out of his wallet.   It's an insult amount for all the help they got, all I put out.  They have to know that.  They'd pay a kid more, to mow their tiny yard.  I want to get into it with him over all the expenses I've incurred, but I don't.  I'm too tired.  I know what they'll say, have heard it so many times I could repeat all the excuses in a thousand different voices by now.

$10.  My mind wanders to my dash to Petco, for KMR, after I took the bottle boy, my first visit there.  They had called, said she abandoned him.  I thought they would at least have him in their house, but no. They'd locked him in a carrier outside--a kitten just a couple weeks old.  I remember staring at the price of the KMR at Petco, thinking I should not be doing this, but grabbing it anyway, justifying it in my mind somehow, wanting to feed that little hungry boy out screaming in my car, trying to shove aside my worries about like paying the electric bill, so I could just feel good about something, like saving that little boy out there.  $10.  I bought an off brand in the end.  A powdered kitten milk replacement I'd never heard of before, but it was so much cheaper than the KMR, only $12 instead o $16 for the can of powder.  I felt a little bit easier on myself for going for that lesser brand at least.  $10.  She went all the way to Portland with me to be fixed at the FCCO.  The FCCO suggests a donation of $30 per cat.  I had nothing to give them.  I told them the Corvallis business and the seed farm would pay, that they said they would, online.  They did say that.  No, neither has paid a dime yet, but, well I couldn't just get 9 more local cats fixed and offer up nothing to the FCCO.  I will keep at those two businesses.  I had to pay my own gas up and back.  I had to pay to feed those cats in my garage until the day they could be fixed.  And now I still have the little girl.  $10. 

I say absolutely nothing, walk out of their spotless garage that reeks of some chemical and load my trap and drive away.  I'm already so lonely I can barely bare the weight of the day in and day out vacancy of human contact.  To be basically spat upon too, it's hard on me.

The morality of returning a tame desperate little life, dumping her out alongside that cold house, I couldn't do it.  I hope I can find her somewhere.  I hope. I hope.

I'd received a message from someone wanting to adopt.  I called them back saturday but got her husband.  At first I thought he was supportive, because he asked about my trapping and all that.  But it turns out he wanted to scream at me, blame me for all bird deaths in the entire world, for returning fixed ferals and not killing them.  A dangerous illiterate over educated bird freak. Or someone off their meds.

 The bizarre twist is he wants to adopt an unfixed kitten and was lamenting that Heartland Humane in Corvallis fixes all kittens prior to adoption. (Why they would call me, in their search, the most rabid spay neuter person I have ever met, is beyond reason!)  I tried to point out the ridiculous contradiction in his thinking, with his hatred of free roaming cats paired with his wish that shelters would adopt out unfixed kittens, which would only drastically increase numbers of unwanted, feral and free roaming little killers.  He ranted on about killing free roaming cats until I hung up on him so I could get on with my life.  I had already suggested he turn his bird lovers wrath to good use, by destroying cell and radio towers, pesticide manufacturing plants, shooting down airplanes, smashing glass everywhere he can find it, blowing up cars, taking out bird feeders and even destroying wineries since they shotgun to death zillions of birds to keep them off their grapes.  However,. and typically, he wanted to focus on cats.  So much easier!  Even stranger, he used to volunteer with the Feral Cat Coalition.  Some people are best left unpondered.

I miss Feather.  Some days, I miss my mother and think, before I remember she's long gone, I'll just call her.  We never talked even when she was alive.  I was always the one thrown out.  I can't contrive up a new history for myself.  Fact is, I've never had anybody love me in my life.  I probably never will either.    The loneliness is brutal.  I've been alone so long.

But I will tell you what, I'm not sorry I saved that little boy and his mom.  I'm not sorry at all.

All you cold hearted people out there, sitting on your cash, cuddling up, fuck you.

I remember the cartoon that saved my life.

 I was in the brutal cold mental health system, a system designed to benefit drug companies.  There was no escape I could see.  My friends were all dying, either from the drugs themselves, forced on them, the interactions, unmonitored, or by suicide as they left such a hopeless life.

After being beaten by staff at Portland Adventist Hospital, released into a snow and ice storm that year, two days before Christmas, no shoes or coat, I left that damn mental "health" treatment that had brutalized me and stolen my life.  I struggled so, in such pain, after the beating, when the medical system called my physical problems from the beating "symptoms of mental illness."

I would have given up, the pain was so severe, both emotional, from being so unwanted and unloved, and physical,  but I came upon a cartoon.  It saved me then and it saves me still.

Isn't that funny a cartoon saved me?  I think it is.  I think it is hysterical that cats and a cartoon saved me.  Not Jesus.  Not social services.  Cats and a cartoon!  

The cartoon showed a huge eagle swooping in on its prey, talons thrust out for the kill.  The mouse knew there was no hope.  As that eagle swooped in, the mouse thrust up a middle finger!  The cartoon was entitled "The Last Great Act of Defiance."




Friday, June 22, 2012

10 Local Cats Fixed Today (I Think)

I took nine local cats up to the FCCO to be fixed.  A tenth cat was supposed to have been fixed at Heartland, an Albany stray male.  The person helping him out says he'll have a home if he is fixed.  So I hope she got him over there.

I slept a very long night last night, going to bed before 8:00 p.m. so I was well rested today.  I was rested enough to tackle something I do not enjoy after dropping off the cats at the clinic--looking for some pants at thrift stores, namely--Value Village.

I finally got two pair of used jeans.  They're not frayed and don't have holes or stains, which is more than I can say for any of the jeans I currently own.  I don't like shopping.  I put it off until I am living in rags.

I don't have money for clothes anyhow, so that gives me good reason to put it off.  I have odd long narrow high arch feet too, which are not feet that should be on a poor person, since finding shoes for my feet is really tough.  I usually own one pair of tennis shoes, one pair of boots that can hopefully last at least a decade, then a pair or two of flip flops.  I wear the tennis shoe type daily until they fall off in pieces.  By then I hope it's summer when I switch to flip flops or go barefoot.  I'm not a person that cares much anyway about having fancy things.  Someone gave me a bag of black T-shirts right after Christmas that they did not want, and I've been wearing them pretty much every day since then.  They fit just fine.  That was a real blessing to get those.

Then I went back to the clinic and picked up the cats, who were done early, thank goodness, and came home.  Seven boys and two girls.  The two girls were one from the riverside business, in Corvallis, and the stray Albany mom, mom to that cute little bottle boy I took to Heartland, when I took the two seed warehouse black boys.  She's been in a hutch in my garage since last Monday.  Now she's fixed and can go back.  The couple will continue to feed her.

Two of the seed warehouse boys have been here awhile, since last Sunday night, and they are aching to get out of confinement.  So they will be very happy to get out of here.  All three black cats from the warehouse were boys.  Then the five from the riverside business colony in Corvallis, four boys (two of them kittens) and one girl. 

I was trying to get just the adults there, but three kittens knocked over the drop trap on themselves.  One slipped out a hole in my netting.  I then found many holes in the drop trap netting.  It's falling apart too, like everything else I own.  I kept the two, then set it up again and dropped it on two adult males and a female.  The other female and male took off and so did other kittens, but five was good enough.  I was worn out and anxious to call it a day.

I go home though and the warehouse calls me, says there's a cat in a trap out there.  I tell her how to check for an ear tip.  I'd already called a worker there and asked him to close the traps but he had not done so yet.  The woman checks and claims the cat does not have an ear tip.  So I go all the way back out there.  I'm worn out because I was out there until midnight the night before then got up that morning at 4:30 a.m. to go back out.  Had no luck though, just caught lots of already fixed cats again.

The cat turned out to be already tipped, she just hadn't seen it.  Those tips can be hard to see, first time trying to tell.  But then I spot the Siamese and her kittens.  One is in bad shape with eyes running and shut.  I try, for an hour, to fish him out of pallets, that are tight together with heavy huge hundreds of pounds bags of seed atop them.  I fail and am bummed, knowing the kitten will not make it.

Two River Business male kittens fixed today.
River business female fixed today.


And then, from the River Business Corvallis colony, also two black males fixed today.  In all, five big black males were fixed today, counting the three from the seed warehouse.


2nd Corvallis river business black male fixed today.

I come home, exhausted, but at peace with it, knowing I gave it my all. I went to bed early. So I got a great nights sleep and nine and maybe ten more cats were fixed today. Tomorrow, most will go back to their cat families and I'll be back at it, trying again, trying to stem the tide of overpopulation, seems a lot like plugging holes in a dike with a finger, a broken finger at that.



Huge long hair black male from the seed farm, fixed today.


Huge short hair black seed male fixed today.


Smaller short hair black seed male, fixed today.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Overnighter at Seed Palace


Elusive Siamese mom and kitten.  You can see the tail of the other kitten disappearing into a pallet to the left of the other kitten.


The kittens again eluded capture.



I am trying my best to finish the job I started over a year ago at the seed warehouse.  The costs however are high.  They have promised to reimburse my gas.  Guess I'm a skeptic, given what's gone on there before though.  I do deep down believe them when they say they will reimburse my gas and bait, and yet I can't get myself to act like I believe them.  So I spent 10 hours there, all night, to avoid going back and forth, with the gas involved, to check traps.

The night was unproductive. I've already caught and fixed 28 or so cats out there.   It is a vast complex of buildings.  The cats are free fed and come in when they feel like it to several locations.  Try to even figure out who is fixed and who isn't, with no real help onsight with that, and most of the cats black and hard to see in the dark to see if they have ear tips or not.  There's no drop trapping easy solution here, to nab the leftovers. This is a wait it out grit it out to the finish thing.  I thrive on finishing such difficult situations.

It was not what someone might call fun to spend the night cramped in a cold car.  But I'm not "someone".  I'm not normal.  I've come to grips with that.

I loved it!

Out under the black night, with stars shining above me, I felt like I was home again. No other lights took away from the stars.

A kestrel suddenly swooped down before my eyes to snatch a pigeons' life in mid flight.  The hordes of other birds out there, flocks of pigeons, swallows, starlings and blackbirds, went into a frenzy of rage and stormed the kestrel, who stoicly continued, despite the deluge of small birds dive bombing, plucking then eating the hapless pigeon.

I chased the Siamese mom's kittens in the dark, through farm machinery parts and pallets, in which they were at home but I was not, no way for me, large and clumsy, unlike a five week old kitten, to catch them in such piles of made to order kitten hide outs.  They were quick through the mazes of metal, pipe and wood.  I was not.

That Siamese mom keeps them from me.  She knows I'm out after them.  She doesn't know it's to save them.  Harvest is days or at most a couple weeks away.  The whole complex will be 24/7 chaos then and kittens often are overlooked and will get hit or crushed.  I think about harvest and the cats in the fields, how many will be mangled by the win rowers.  I had nightmares today about that, as I slept through today, making up in sleep for last night out under the stars at the warehouse, trapping ghosts.

I trapped, in the end, ten cats.  But nine of them already had ear tips.  NINE OF THEM!!!  Today, two more with ear tips in my traps.  I went out late and came back already, leaving it to fate now.  I can do nothing else.

Feather is gone from me, gone on.  She died Monday at the hands of a very kind vet.  She was so tired in the end, even before the first syringe hit, the one full of valium, she had laid her head down to sleep.  She raised it slightly when I rubbed her chin.  The vet said she probably would not have lived more than another day or two.  I let it go too far with her. I was queezy about playing god, always have been, don't like it. 

Feather was in kidney failure.

It was very hard on me to lose her.  I wanted a miracle for her.  I loved Feather dearly.

I love very hard.  I know death will be our fate, the price of living.  Feather is gone now but while she was alive I fought for her to stay alive and I gave her love with all my heart.

It was a pleasure and a joy to know my little Feather.

I have now trapped five more seed warehouse adults and two kittens, who are both now at Heartland.  I already returned their mothers, whom I netted coming out of pipes at the warehouse.   I wish that Siamese mom would go into a pipe so I could net her, but she is too smart.

I know there are two more big black males, one short hair, one long hair.  I've seen them.  I know there is a Lynx Point male, not fixed.  I know there is a teen black female, in heat, not fixed.  I know there are the two Siamese females, one with kittens, one in heat. And I know there are the two kittens.  Beyond that, I don't know how many more there may be.  But knowing even what I know, is pretty darn good when you consider the size of the area and the fact you rarely see the cats.

It's a clock race now.  Once the seed is ready to harvest, I won't be going out there until harvest is over with and the seed processed.  It'll be any day now.  The grass is laying over, with the weight of the seed heads.  Any day now.

Mainly, I want to catch the Siamese mom and her two kittens and the in heat Siamese.  The rest can wait.

Dawn at the seed warehouse.


Siamese mother cat nurses her two kittens on the gravel.
Kestrel eats a pigeon at the seed warehouse.




Tonight there was this glorious sunset.



An already fixed (ear tipped) seed warehouse cat.
When I look at this blurry very distant photo I got of the Lynx Point, I think he has an ear tip.  I got a Lynx Point fixed last year, but the workers thought this was a different one.  I don't think so.  Even at maximum zoom and blurred out, I think I see an ear tip.