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.
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| 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.





























