Move Out Almost

 I took Fat Boy, the one eyed cat, up to meet his new lady close to Portland today.   I chose her because she has outdoor safe space for her cats and Fat Boy will want to be outside again.   It was tough on me, since he was here two weeks and I know he wants to go back to roaming and fighting in his familiar neighborhood but he wouldn't make it, being unable to see well or fight back due to depth issues with one eye, and no canines.

I was tired, and wanted to cry over it while driving up.  But I wiped the sorrow away, tucked it back inside, did the hand over, came home and slept.

I woke up to the neighbor lady asking if I wanted to ride to Sweet Home with her.  I was still groggy, said yes, locked the door and went over.  Besides I was curious why she'd be going to Sweet Home.  Turns out her house keeper had a cleaning job up there, drove the old Alante, the roommate sold her for $600 and it failed to start again after she went into 7-11 up there, to get a drink.

I thought we were just going to pick her up.  But we had to wait there in the parking lot at 7-11 an hour for AAA to arrive.  I was a bit nervous since this was the store I got banned from that horrid night, by the new owners, when I was out back trying to catch three more cats for an open SCR barn home placement.  

The tow truck man came.   He had a flatbed for it.  The house keeper rode with the tow truck.  My neighbor drove me home.  Her housekeeper is really homeless, a couch surfer, doesn't work full time anywhere, or own a car.  I didn't know any of that.  She had referred to someone in Sweet Home as her roommate and told me she lived there. My former neighbor said the house keeper doesn't want to work full time or be tied down by responsibilities like rent etc.  Where she's going to store and work on the Alante I don't know but my neighbor told her she could have it towed for now, to her new place, but it could only be there a few days max. 

The broken down roommate car is now going to be broken down at the neighbor's new place, instead of inside the garage next door here.

Meanwhile the roommate is leaving tomorrow if all goes well. All the chaos will be over.  I know its really stressful to move.  There's always more to do, seems like, just when you think you're done with it.

Four Cats Fixed Yesterday

 

Here's the mom who had five kittens in a trap.  She was caught at a work site, to be fixed, then go to the trapper's aunt, who has space, barns, etc, and is taking all the cats her niece traps at the business, because they are unwanted their.

This mom cat is now set up in the trapper's walk in closet in a nice large nursery cage.

The other three she trapped at the business were fixed yesterday in Salem, along with a huge boy she caught at her residence.

Brutus, now fixed

I drove them up yesterday morning.   I  gave the clinic three carriers too.  They had agreed to transfer them to my carriers after surgery, since the woman taking them lives out quite a distance.   I didn't want to meet her and hand them off in my traps, since I use those so much.   

I picked up the four cats later that afternoon, and headed to the designated meet up spot, to hand the three business caught ones off.   It was about a 38 minute drive to that spot, but then only about 15 minutes home.

It was roadside honey stand.  Honor system payment.   Since I was there 20 minutes I finally got out and looked at the jars of locally produced honey and couldn't resist.   I bought one, tucking the cash down into the lock box mounted on the table.

I had driven down the hill from Salem to just south of Independence to get to the honey stand on highway 99, the meet up spot.  

The hill road is extremely steep and curvy.  I know it well.  A long long time ago I was at an FCCO mobile clinic in Salem and got a call, or someone did and asked me to go to Independence to catch an injured cat. I went the hill route.  I had an old car, as usual and the brakes failed going down that steep windy hill. They also caught fire.   It was terrifying.  There's a stop sign at the bottom, where it  intersects with another road.  Across from the stop sign is a large pullout and fortunately at that time, a gravel pile too.   I lucked out and no one was coming when I plowed through the the intersection and across into the pull out and gravel.,   I'd slowed myself down using the emergency brake.

It was interesting to see that same intersection again, how steep it is coming down to the stop sign.  I thought yesterday I was so lucky to survive that years and years ago.

But I wondered if I would yesterday.  Just as I was turning to head to the hill route, a spider peeked out at me from my hanging hands free phone holder.  It hangs from the rear view mirror almost to dash level.   It was a jumping spider.   Shoot, I thought, he could jump right on my face while I'm driving.

I tried to prepare mentally for that possibility so I wouldn't jump if it happened suddenly and go off the road.  This is a road that needs eyes on it constantly.  All roads are like that, but....curvy and steep, a sudden distraction isn't good.  Jumping spiders are not scary unless they inadvertantly jump on your face when you are driving.  

I ignored the spider, who moved constantly, trying to hide.  I imagine it entered my car after I'd picked up the cats, day before, and left them in the car with the back up and windows open.  The spider did not seem comfortable in my car, so I don't think it had been in it long.  There aren't bugs to hunt inside my car.

When I got to the honey stand to wait for the barn cat lady, the spider crawled out onto the inside of the windshield.  I put a paper bowl over him then slid paper under that and he or she now resides elsewhere.

I wanted to add a memory of a long dead friend, from that same day.  I was sleeping in my car in the parking lot at the then Willamette Humane Society shelter where the mobile FCCO clinic was being held.   I was awakened by someone yelling.  It was Vicki.  Vicki and Doris had brought a lot of cats to the clinic from Sweet HOme to be fixed and also had been dozing in their truck.   I looked over and saw that Vicki had ripped off her FCCO volunteer tag (so nobody would give the FCCO crap over her behavior) and was having it out with some folks taking a load of cats into the humane society.  One was telling some other adults they'd all find homes really fast.  Vicki had come out of her truck, fed up with the march of death we had witnessed all day, and let the lady have it, telling her those cats would all be dead before she even got home, and what world of delusion did she live in, since the shelter was overloaded always with the sheer numbers of unfixed dogs and cats being marched in by people constantly.   She couldn't take it anymore.  I couldn't either, sitting there watching that go on all fricking day.  

Sunday

 I only got four cats for today's five spots at OHSS.  The spots are not in my name, but rather under two caregivers.

The business cat trapper, trapping at her workplace, caught four last week.  One promptly had five kittens in the trap.   She quickly assembled a nursery space cage for mom and five newborns.   She's pretty awesome, works two jobs, as does hubby, cares for her kids, well, you get the picture.

The Lebanon lady didn't catch her second big boy around her place.  She's moving too.  

I went and picked up the four cats at the Albany workplace trappers' place.  Yes, four, because she caught a big hormonal male entering her house, spray marking, but might be tame.  The other one she was after showed up at a house a block away, where's he's also fed, injured however, and they took him to a vet and now plan on getting him to Safehaven.  So big win in her neighborhood to get these two big stray boys taken care of.  

Her aunt will take the workplace three cats, as they are not wanted there, after they are fixed, for her barn out in Kings Valley.   She already has the two girl kittens caught there whom Rad fixed, over a week ago.

I will meet her on 99 after she gets off work this evening, with the three.

Anyway, after I picked up those cats, I loaded up six traps and headed to Sweet HOme to loan to a teenage rescuer there working a big colony on Berlin Road.  Yes, Berlin Road.  Where the Lebanon lady also feeds.

She has FCCO spots Wednesday for more from that colony.   I wished her success, then headed up to Foster Reservoir, just to look, longingly.  I knew it would be very low.  They can't fill it until mid May due to the fish lawsuit.

The reservoir level is at 614 feet.  Full is anywhere from 636 to 641.

Boat ramp at Calkins is high and dry

Nice day yesterday

I stopped  by the Lebanon lady's house, just to see about that male she was after and instead she drove me out to the place they've bought.  They already sold the house she's in now and I think they have to be out by middle of May and are hoping the people will be out of the place they then bought with the money from her mom's house sale.  

Even though there's a ton of stuff there, in the barn and around the place, it's pretty cool with a large amount of land, like 3 acres.   She likes privacy and I think it will be perfect for her and her nephew.  

Seems like the move out next door is settling down.   The neighbor lady is officially out, but there's still stuff there at the house, like in the kitchen.  I saw her car there and went over but she wasn't there.  Her house keeper had driven it over and was making trips back and forth plus the two young guys were helping.  The roommate was worn out, trying to load the RV.  I went and got them a pizza.

Anyhow, I better get moving and get these four cats up to the clinic.  I'll add photos later.

Kitties

 How about a few kitty photos?

It was in the 60's yesterday so I weed eated the cat yard and backyard.  Only took half hour or so. I haven't raked it yet.

Trouble

Tickle

Tickle climbs a cat run

Little Dragon

Doogie. That's his sisters tail behind him.

Jack

Today its supposed to be 66 degrees.  Monday and Tuesday low 60's.  Wednesday and Thursday, once forecast as mid 70's, now mid 60's for Wednesday and 70 Thursday.  Then back to low 60's and cloudy.   The forecast changes fast.  I hope we get some warmth soon.  At least we're not already into wildfire season like parts of the southeast.

I Want to Run Away

 The chaos next door has reached supreme heights as they attempt the move out.

Today finally she rented a Uhaul but had no one lined up to help load up her stuff.  Her roommate promptly backed the truck up and hit the truck bumper on the garage.   About right.  He's the truck driver who had at least three wrecks in his very brief trucking career.  And her inspection, to get deposit back, was also today.  She cancelled that, thank goodness.

She's only had one young woman helpng her out, who is now exhausted to the point of collapse.

That young woman is now off trying to find a friend to help her out.

I've never seen such dysfunction with a move.  No planning, just relying on one person to do it all.

Meanwhile the guy sits around doing nothing and complaining that no one is helping him.

I'm staying away.   Nothing I can do.  I don't want my back messed up further.

The lady trapping cats at her workplace caught four night before last.  She can't trap weekends there, so traps Wednesday and Thursday nights.  She planned on holding the cats til their appointments Monday.  But now one is having kittens in the trap.   As I write this.   I had warned her about the problems this time of year holding cats in traps.  I didn't think one would have kittens in a trap but certainly that one could already have had kittens who would die in that length of time away from mom.  Its better she had kittens in the trap though than before she trapped her as the cats are unwanted there and going to live at a relatives barn after being fixed.  We do the best we can.

I'd like to run away.   I think I will this weekend.   Why not.

I'm taking Fat Boy back to his people.   They can give him eye meds better than I can, when he's in the cage.  Its hard to put eye meds in a cats eye that is in a cage, due to the shape of their heads.  Their heads have to be tilted upwards to get it in and they have to hold still.  Gosh darn, its not that easy on a super tame cat.

This morning someone messaged me, despite it being quite clear on my page that I don't take in cats, wanting me to come take over 25 cats and kittens.   No, I said, I don't take in cats.  I gave her the website for the FCCO and advised her to get appointments and get them fixed.  Doesn't sound like someone who will do that, who would ask a non rescue to come get over 25 cats asap.

Running away is sounding great.

Back to One Extra

 Rain and icky weather has returned.   Sunday wasn't even nice like it was supposed to be.  Cloudy.

We had one nice day on Saturday.

I did round up five cats for Monday, to be fixed, but ended up driving all the way to Sweet Home for four of them.  More from Berlin Road---the end of it  up that way.  My gosh that road is like a curse for cats, so many unfixed along there.  This is yet another big group.

I wore myself out on Monday, driving cats early to the clinic.   I then was horrified to see that Fat Boy, still recuperating in the garage from eye removal and dental care, had an infection in his one good eye.  I drove to Corvallis to get eye meds for him.   He is actually not too hard to medicate.  

Then it was back to the clinic to pick up the five cats.  I was so tired by then I knew I would have to sleep soon.  I was drop dead tired.  I'm also giving sub cu fluids now to Fantasia, an old gal here, one of two who are not going to be with me much longer.  I've not only been caring for Fat Boy in the garage but also the two girl kittens fixed Saturday, trapped last week by someone who works at a business.  Having two cages set up in the garage, with more litter boxes to clean, just had added to the exhaustion.

The Lebanon lady came to pick up her boy here.   He's one of two she feeds at her place, along with she's still feeding along Berlin road and in Waterloo.

Spunky

Here are the three from Berlin road, another big group I'm told.  Someone else caught these, thankfully.  

Thelma

Barbie

Cantina

I also took this cat, a stray, who turned out to be already fixed.

After the Lebanon lady came and got Spunky, the business trapper came and got the kittens, whom I'd held here, but she did not take her two large traps.   So I'm still storing those.   

I immediately fell asleep outside in the lawn chair for half hour before the cold woke me and I moved inside, and napped there until 7:30, when I got up, and then drove the other four cats back to the lady who intends to rehome them.  She didn't get off work til 9:00.  I didn't get home til nearly 10:30.

I'm am hoping soon we get some lengthy better weather to enjoy.   For now, I guess some front is moving in again tomorrow.   I seem to be caught up on sleep now.  I took apart the cage that had held the kittens after cleaning it, so I have more room in the garage again.    

The neighbors must be getting going on their move.  His motor home is out front of their place and her car was in front of mine, back open, like she was loading stuff maybe.  It's quite stressful to move, especially with a move out deadline looming.    They've known since FEbruary they were both moving, but sometimes it creeps up fast, the actual deadline to be out.

More Cats

 

Now I have two cages with cats in my garage.   Not something I envisioned or wanted even a week ago.

Fat Boy occupies one cage and will soon be going home.  Well, another week here.

Now its two girl kittens from a business.   Whistle and Winky I named them.  A worker there trapped them.  I had no idea she was going to trap when she did.   So it was a shock to me.  She had appointments Monday but this was Wednesday, the day Mister Calm, from the trailer park was fixed.  Or maybe it was Thursday morning.  I can't remember.  

Mister Calm is back home.   I held the first kitten caught in a trap til Friday when she told me she'd caught another.  She said she had nowhere to hold the kittens til Monday.   So I set up the second cage for them, so they'd be comfortable.  Oh boy.

I had no idea this was going to happen.   But then Rad said they'd fix them today.  I didn't have spots in their feral fix day goings on today but they said bring both anyhow.

They were done by noon and I set them up in a cage anyway because the trapper has a relative who is taking them but not til Monday.

Monday is no good for appointments for her in Salem.  Her place of employment is closed weekends and off limits.   I told her the rest will need to be done on mid week days then, at Rad, which will be expensive but the only option because I'm not holding cats she catches for four or five days.  Also holding an adult for days before fixing is deadly if an adult turns out to be a lactating female.  The kittens won't survive.  

Its tough to get a day off these days but soon it will be my summer break and people will need to figure things out on their own.  I'm really looking forward to it. 

The neighbors haven't moved out yet.   She's working on moving, bit by bit. She wanted to be out by end of next week.   As for him, no clue when he's leaving for Georgia in his motor home.   I suppose next weekend or soon after.

He seems to think things should be done for him instead of doing much of anything to help anyone else or even himself.  My opinion.

It's not my problem, none of it.

Anyway, I mowed the front lawn.  I did it on the lowest setting, even though it was hard with that no power electric mower to plow through the grass.  But I don't want to have to mow it again in like five days.  I hate yardwork.  It's a pathetically underpowered tiny width mower, like a toy really.  It took forever, even on a tiny front yard.  BE a nightmare if my yard was any bigger.  Probably faster with scissors.

Nice day today but I"m too sleepy to go do anything.   I sat out in my lawn chair for awhile.

Winky

The girls will be here two more nights, then off they go and I'll be able to walk in my garage again.  Having two cages in there leaves no real space for anything else.

I have five spots this Monday but already one that was going has cancelled (cat vanished) and the neighbors former cleaning lady may not be bringing hers either, since she had a dust up with the neighbor man middle of the night, two nights ago, and I guess even the police were involved.  I don't know the details of what happened and don't want to.

I ended up switching up the appointments last night because there are three pregnant cats in Sweet Home that need fixed and they are the highest priority.  They're from a very large colony.   The lady is getting FCCO spots for the rest of them.  She is caring for them after their person died suddenly.

Whistle