The Last Orange Tabby and Other Photos

Sweet Tashi.
Tashi, the last orange tabby here of the 16 removed from the Lebanon barn.
Stinod, doing well, after her left eye was removed.
Electra, another of my old gals. Electra is ten years old. I got Electra from a Salem FCCO clinic. I was doing transfers in a bathroom of a building under construction. An old trapper and retired Army Colonel had brought two kittens in one trap. One kitten got away from me in the transfer and darted up and into a mass of wiring, for the building. There had been construction on the interior of the building since the last clinic and we didn't know this bathroom now was not secure. I immediately switched off the main circuit breaker to the entire building. While standing on a folding chair in the dark, I reached into the tangled wiring and grabbed onto the kitten. However, I did not get a proper scruff hold. She was able to turn and bite me clear through the thumbnail. I hung on anyway and pulled her out. Due to FCCO bite policy, she would have had to have been held on rabies quaranteen for ten days. Instead, I just adopted her on the spot. I named her Electra because she could have electrocuted herself and even burned the building.
Vision, my old river gal, probably 15 or older, granddaughter of Captain Courageous herself.


I still have one of the four kittens here, Tashi, a gorgeous little girl. Allegedly a central Oregon couple will come for her this weekend. Her brother was adopted by the vets. The other two girls whereabouts are unknown to me, since the Lacomb fosterer lost one of them, when the mother, whom they had adopted, grabbed one of the female kittens and ran for the berry vines, when several doors were left open, one to the foster room and one to the outside, only two days after they adopted the mother. They had been fostering all four kittens.

I had gone up to help look and got yelled at. I tried then to take the three kittens remaining and they said they were keeping the one still "in custody". It was an unfortunate turn of events. I just hope they have found the lost kitten and the mother and that they get both kittens fixed.

Tashi, however, is still here and just delightful and fun.

Stinod, the one-eyed girl, is here, too, loving indoor life. I had not heard from the caretaker of the colony for ten days. In fact, it was the first time he called late last week. He claimed to want her back. I told him she wouldn't survive there, with only one eye and partial vision in another, living under and around the house and in a field harvested for grass seed.

He hadn't noticed her dire condition either, for the six months she lived with that injury. And the real kicker to him wanting her back, is this. His first contact with me was by e-mail. He wanted all the cats gone that lived on his porch.

He has promises over and over "to return the blessing" he received with all the free labor and fixes he got, by helping me out in various ways. He has done none of the things he promised. I don't want Stinod to go back there, living under a house, eating old cat food from a broken open cat food bag on the porch. She has had close to $300 worth of medical treatment. The caretaker has not contributed even one dime. It's very difficult sometimes. If she goes back, she will die. He likely would not notice.

Anyhow, she has recovered well.