But, things went south on the Albany cats when the caregiver had to go somewhere. Instead, I headed out to a Shedd colony I'd just been told about. I was gifted 3 more spay neuter reservations, for a total of 9. The caretakers are very nice and were gone, which I knew might make it easy to trap most of them.
Many look very much alike! I've caught 8 so far, but have seen six others, including 3 huge males who badly need to be fixed, to settle things down out there.
These are six of the eight I've caught thus far.
Here are some I didn't catch:
|This is a dominant male. I already dubbed him Mr. Hormone.|
|I haven't caught this big male either. He limps, probably from a fight with one of the other big guys. And because he seems older, and less a fighter, more a wannabe or havtabe, but trying to keep up, I him call GrampaStud.|
|I haven't caught this little short tail either. He's got to be a boy, because the big short hair brown tabby male took after him. I'm calling him Runner, because that's all I saw him do---run, from this big guy or that one.|
It would work for humans too, but we have too many issues surrounding reproduction to consider it. So we have peace protests, an oxymoron if I've ever heard one, and armies fighting and leaders posturing like male cats on a fence. I see the solution so clearly!!
Oregon is one dismal place. Winter's last stand is fierce and so far winter has beat back spring in an epic rout. Everything and everyone is soggy to the core, wet and wind swept and grumbling or locked, loaded and ready to fire off at one wrong word or perceived glance their direction. The smart people took off a long time ago. The rest of us endure, like old growth trees, barely showing our misery, taking it, bending this way and that, shivering and cursing and hopeful.
|Church of Booze|