Poop Everywhere

This morning, there was poop everywhere, in the kitten room, but they are getting better, I think. They ruined what books I had, in my bookcase, so I threw those out. I don't have many books left, in so many moves, most have vanished. I should have moved that out of there, but I just didn't get to it, before the diarrhea kittens came. Oh well, I've read all those books anyway. My old journals, some from way back in high school, well, I'll never read them again so no big loss.

I fell asleep on my couch last night, somewhere around 9:15 and woke up this morning, stiff and cold, on my couch, about 5:00 a.m. It got cold in the night, way down there, close to freezing. Kind of shocking for this time of year. But the sun is out today and that's a nice thing, given our inordinately cold, wet, dark and gloomy spring. At least we're not having floods, extreme heat or tornados.

We're blessed in Oregon.

I returned the five cats fixed yesterday. The old woman, whose two feral strays, a brother and a sister, are now fixed, paid up on a bet for a buck. It was over a bet we made on the sex of the second cat. She bet the second cat was a female. I took one look and said "It's a boy." What an easy bet to win and I won! I wanted to bet more than a buck, but she wanted in only for a buck.

So the Elm Street Siamese catch, in a live trap by neighbors, was eery. She'd tried half the night before to catch the cat, then clipped her trap open so it couldn't be sprung, and finally went to bed. She'd caught four other already fixed cats. When she got up the next morning, the trap was closed and inside it, was the elusive Siamese female. How did that happen?

What luck or karma or fate broke that clip and closed the trap and on the only unfixed cat around there, too. Eeery stuff.

Somebody in this universe or beyond thinks fixing cats is ok. Wants it done. God, I bet. I bet God approves of fixing cats to save little teensy lives. God is on our side. Jihad on unfixed cats, to fix them that is, not kill them. Maybe we cat fixers should form a church!

Fundamentalist right to lifers, we are, us cat fixers. We save life by prevention.

Works with the human world, too. Limited resources means when you don't have kids or limit the number you create, you are saving lives. In countries with high populations, low resources and extreme birth rates, you see starvation as a way of life, and disease spread, through prolific breeding. That's the way it works in cat populations and that's the way it also works in human populations.

If you're really pro-life, you are pro birth control.

Being just pro-fetus is an entirely different cup of tea and reserved for the crazy people.

Well anyhow, have to again clean the poop room. I already have the cats lined up for tomorrow, so I can kick back some today and catch up on cleaning and getting supplies.