The cats I took this trip were three boys and a girl. That little gray kitten was a boy too, just like his brothers, that black long hair and the brown tabby tux.
The Three Amigos.
I took them back this morning. I am tired but ok. Still the cleaning and laundry.
During the day yesterday, I went to a nice parking lot, over in Tigard. My brother says I should write a coffee table book---Best Parking Lots in Oregon. That cracked me up.
|A favorite parking lot!|
So I went off to the nearby Wildlife Refuge, a place I used to use to kill the day, when waiting on cats. The trails are lovely and its very peaceful. They've put in a booth now, at the entrance, and I assume, soon, I won't be able to go there without paying up. So this may have been my last visit.
The refuge didn't look good. The area was dry, crackly dry and the scrub oaks looked to be dying. Leaves were not turning color, they were dead on the trees.
|Water skipper hops a floating leaf|
|This is the gray male kitten, fixed yesterday.|
|The only female of the four, a young brown tabby. She was not lactating.|
|Adult brown tabby male fixed yesterday.|
|A tamish brown tabby tux male fixed yesterday.|