Eleven More Cats Fixed Today

From Columbus colony, one of two Siamese mix females fixed yesterday.
Siamese mix female, fixed today.
Siamese mix female fixed yesterday, both from the Columbus colony.
Columbus tabby on white male, fixed yesterday.
Siamese mix male, who bloodied his nose on the trap, fixed today.
Desperate woman colony gray tab male fixed yesterday.
Tame owned torti point in heat Siamese mix female fixed today.
The tame torti point again.
Desperate woman colony male kitten we dug out the piled high junk today. He was also neutered today.
This is a tame female, owned by some friends of Desperate Woman, fixed yesterday.
Pink House Lynx Point Siamese, fixed today.
Second female Lynx pt. from Pink House, fixed today.
The two male tabby kittens, from Pink House, fixed today also.


I got a call late, from the Columbus colony, about another cat in the trap. They thought it was the female, but it was the big Siamese mix male. I picked the cat in the trap up this morning, on the way to the clinic and left another set. But after I saw it was the big guy, I figured we had them all.

I stopped in Jefferson and picked up the in heat owned female, too. Then on I went to the clinic with nine cats. Included in the nine--four from the Columbus colony, the tame Jefferson female, and four from the Pink House colony, the two Lynx Pt. Siamese females and the two brown tabby male kittens.

I picked up the 11 fixed yesterday, after unloading the nine to be fixed today. I then headed to Jefferson to drop off the two owned Flamepoint males, the two gray tabby kittens, their mom and the black owned female. I had hoped she would have that third kitten contained. She had lured it into her bedroom yesterday.

She did not have it contained at all. Another stray male she's been feeding after finding him trying to eat out of dumpsters was right at her feet, too. She stuffed him in a carrier and then said the kitten was in a closet. The closet, like her bedroom and the room off her bedroom, is piled high in junk.

I told her to put out some effort and catch that kitten. She'd stop to say she was having an anxiety attack and I'd say "that's an excuse. You're just telling yourself that. Tell yourself you're going to get that kitten." So she went at it, all right.

EVerything had to come out of that closet, to be piled atop the already piled high bed. There isn't room to move in there. There's stuff crammed under the bed and everywhere. She's a collector of stuff!

The kitten finally bolted out into what she called "The Goodwill Room", which is piled at least waist high with stuff she meant at one point to take to Goodwill but never did. You couldn't walk into the room, you had to make yourself a trail first, by clearing it. Most of the stuff is ancient clothing piled into laundry baskets atop laundry baskets reeking in mold.

We finally spotted the kitten, but there was no room to net him and he bolted back into the bedroom, under the bed, with a rabbit she got somewhere. He's black. Her elderly mother hates teh cats and animals. She wants the cats all gone and they fight over it. She has found a home for that stray mother of the three kittens now at least. At least there's that.

We had to block the sides of the bed and try to manuever and get that kitten to bolt out into a trap I had there. We had his mom in there, still in the trap, hoping she'd call him out. I'd brought her back. She'd been fixed yesterday. All she was interested in doing, however, was grooming and eating the food I'd put in there for her as I left the clinic.

I was lecturing that woman as we tried to catch him. I told her "You need to get rid of this shit in here, most of it, everything you don't use and can't sell. And I mean start today."

"I can't," she said, trying to cry that she was stressed and tired. I would take none of the excuses, however. I told her it would make her feel better to take back her life and that there is nothing like action rather than just talking about problems. She got into it then. She suddenly reached down through the side of the bed and came up with that kitten by the scruff. I could see he was a male.

I told her to turn his head away from me. To remain very quiet. I pulled up my trap and had her drop him into it. I closed it. She was ecstatic and high fived me. We'd had to work for two hours to dig him out of the accumulated junk. She got to work immediately on the junk. She was happy, for once, saying it took a kitten to inspire her and she began hauling out boxes of junk to the burnpile. I took a bunch of old blankets, to wash and give to Heartland for dog blankets.

I left with the kitten and the stray. I headed straight to Countryside and asked if they could do a couple of males. They said they would.

I then headed to the Columbus colony. I first turned loose the huge chocolate point Siamese, at Rogers. He wasn't home.

I then went down to the old couple's place. They've agreed to just feed them and are not pressuring me to find them homes. The two younger Siamese tan mixes were both females, while the tabby on white was a male. I told them to put out dry and hopefully, if the orange tabby showed up, he would smell the bait in the trap and go for out, while the other three should still associate the trap with unpleasantness and just eat the dry and stay out of the trap.

That is indeed what happened. They caught the orange today. I'll pick him up tomorrow. That's nine on that road, all fixed in the first three days of this week.
Their other four, fixed today, were three big males and one female, the dominant reproducing female. Yay. That colony is done. All fixed now. Well, will be when the orange is fixed.

I went home and began cleaning traps and doing laundry. I had the black female and black male, fixed yesterday from the Pink House, in my bathroom. They're doing well. The two brown tabby male kittens and the two Siamese lynx points from the Pink House, were fixed today, while the other two blacks with URI's are in a rabbit hutch in my garage, eating up a storm, getting antibiotics and getting vaporized thrice daily. They're much better already.

I"ll be returning at least four Pink House cats in the morning and trying to trap the last two, both males, there.

I went to pick up the cats then, in Wilsonville, but there was a wreck on the freeway just north of Jefferson. The traffic pileup ended at the rest area off ramp, so I darted off it, and went around to the south bound side. I asked somebody who had just exited from going south where the wreck was and they said about at Talbot Road. So I went south on the freeway to the Jefferson exit, took it, and headed north on old 99, getting back on the highway north of Ankeny Hill. An ambulance raced up behind me, lights flashing, fresh from the wreck. Other than that, the freeway was vacant to Salem, due to traffic being halted at that wreck.

I picked up the nine cats, four females, five males, then headed to Countryside and picked up those two. I'd gotten donations to cover both of their neuters. Then I stopped and dropped off the just fixed tame Jefferson female then went to the Desperate woman colony, wanting to hand off the stray male and kitten, both just fixed, but the woman wasn't home.

Her old mom came out and she didn't want that male kitten back and said he'd need to go into a pen so she could take him somewhere. 'Where?' I thought to myself. 'To the humane society who would kill him as feral? He's just a little boy.' After we just paid to have him neutered? I came home with him and the stray rather than deal with an eighty some year old animal hating woman.

So I've got three in hand needing fixed. Most of the rest will be going home tomorrow. I'll hope to catch those last males at the Pink House and I've done a great deal of work these first three days of this week. I've stopped a lot of suffering and a lot of breeding. This is why access to Poppa funds is so incredibly helpful to communities, improving neighborhoods, helping people and of course, helping cats.

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