Three More Males

I got a call from my Philomath friend this morning. She caught one wild male, who was slipping in through her cat door at night spray marking. He is up being fixed today. I did not have reservations, but I called to see if they could do one male and they agreed. His ears are also being cleaned and treated for a severe earmite infestation.

Just as I was headed out the door to go pick the big gray long hair up, the Albany business called. They trapped another one. The clinic agreed to do both males today.

I get home, and there is a message from the 15th street woman. Her neighbor caught the Lynx Point male they've fed since he was a kitten, living under their rental when they moved in. He will be fixed tomorrow.

The Philomath male, being neutered today and treated for earmites.
This beat up Lynx Point from Albany will be fixed tomorrow.
And this is the 8th cat, a male, trapped by the Albany business.

The emotional blackmail never ends. "Take these cats we have been feeding in OR ELSE." The OR ELSE is always a threat to kill the cats or have someone else do it. These threats are often interlaced with platitudes and are terrible on my heart and soul.

There were several yesterday of such calls or e-mails. Already today, two more. It's almost too much for me a lot of the time. I just want to cry sometimes. And yell at people. I have been having trouble dealing with the stress lately. I badly need to get away and have some fun. I don't know anyone who wants to have some fun with me anymore.