The ones beside me are sometimes so loud their equipment drowns the TV. I have taken to recluse living and sleeping during the day. Although it doesn't help much, because they have people working at night too, at both places, although the ones behind me, who blare lights, are a different bunch, from Utah. I want to run away.
My birds have mostly vanished. I saw a mouse yesterday, on the run, from Jack's yard.
All flippers do is raise rents and property taxes. I'm bitter over the disruption of my private life and someone told me that, so I'm repeating it. Ha.
Both are high enough here where I live and still climbing.
On another note, finally the Waterloo teens were fixed today at WHS. All four are boys! I had to name them for the records. So I did.
The four from the Tangent barn were two girls and two boys. The black (Sheldon) and the orange (Diego) being the boys which I already knew. Shaggy and Hoppy were both torbi's and they're always girls.
I picked up six kittens from yet another Waterloo situation Sunday and drove them to Wilsonville where Animal Rescue and Care met me to take them in. They were so covered in fleas, it was scary. Parasites! I'd flea treated them and given them round wormer but other than that, nothing else.
They never left my car in fact, due to the extreme flea population occupying their little bodies.
|This is the bigger pair from a different mom|
ARCF went to work on them, flea combing them, once they were with them. Brave souls!
I think there are about 11 adults there too, that I am scheduled to pick up/trap later in the week, to be fixed at the FCCO.
Supposed to also pick up another Waterloo stray and her kittens to be fixed too. Then if I can trap the last two in Waterloo park, which I'm always saying, then more appear, I can say goodbye to Waterloo. That should be a song. Goodbye to Waterloo.
Election Day tomorrow here in the US. Yikes, is all I can say.