That only counts for initial contact. Doesn't mean a cat still can't get it, from secondary surfaces where the virus can live up to a year if not killed.
But no problems here thus far and by now, the vaccines I bought would be kicking in protection anyhow. I was only able to buy 10 of those intra ocular intra nasal vaccines, due to cost. Also, I can only use them on the tame cats I can handle.
All my cats have been vaccinated at least once. Some of the ferals have had just one, but only two of them. I intend to try to net them today. I give them injectible vaccines. Through a fishing net. I even clip the long hair feral, handling the cat with a net. I discovered how useful fish nets are in handling cats a long time ago. My nets are homemade because I don't like the stiff plastic netting mostly sold now. I like cotton.
|Miss Daisy naps|
|Clorox, My New Bestie|
That's it for today. The cleaning, loss of Barney, even though I didn't know her, the stress afterwards and worry, along with sadness over a phone call, left me worn out and in hide out mode.
The phone call was about a woman I'd helped years ago get cats she fed fixed, who had to move, and left them. The call was from a neighbor across from her, who wanted the survivors removed, by me. She will not even feed them, says her boyfriend won't let her. It's her house though. I said "So there's no one on the block with a big enough heart to help them out?" (was not happy) She won't even watch to see how many there are, living right across the street. House has been sold now, in the hands of house flippers. The woman moved over two months ago. It breaks my fricking heart. Does no one care anymore. This brutal phone call coupled with what happened to Barney and the financial woes it also put me through was too much.
At last, the final holdouts at Malheur Wildlife Refuge have been arrested. It was a circus down there, with people holding signs. One lady held a sign that said "I'm not ISIS, I'm Honey Bear". I have no idea what that meant. She must have. Another guy complete with three day beard, dressed in wannabe military garb, posed like a model with a flag in the back of a pickup. He wore it well, but seemed more interested in looking good than anything else. Mission accomplished!
I was labeled a mental case for years. But....we witnessed a new breed of crazy in Oregon this winter. Most of it migrated in from elsewhere too. I still don't know why they settled here. They now occupy a different federal facility.
And now there's this. And it is funny!