Two More, 27 in All, Me Going to Bed

This is the black male who was in the trap this morning, along with the black and white with mustache. This male turned out to be a crypt orchid, meaning he had one nondescended testicle. The vet then had to open his belly and search it out. Otherwise, he would still produce sperm.
This gray and white big angry male was in the trap yesterday morning, along with the last tabby and two other blacks. This was the only normal male of the six fixed Monday.
The gray and white male again.
The last tabby, quite a beauty, in one of my traps yesterday morning, and will be fixed tomorrow, along with the black and white, the gray and white, and three blacks. This tabby also turned out to be a little girl.
Adorable black and white, young, in trap this a.m. who will be fixed tomorrow, the third black and white I've trapped there. This little black and white turned out to be a girl also. In fact all the tabbies, three of them, and all three black and whites were girls.

I am headed to bed, my beloved bed, whom I adore and miss. I am soon to embrace you, my bed!

This morning, I hauled my sorry ass out to the seed warehouse once again. Two more cats. A young black and white mustached one and another all black.

I saw no others, but I know there are more. The fuzzy Siamese. A black cat with an injured foot, and the sleek short hair black, looked male, I saw jumping up into the hay. The one in the trap is the cat I saw headed from the field under the deck of the office, last night, all round faced and half fuzzy. She glared at me, last night, when I thought briefly of setting a trap beside the deck with a board on top to protect it from rain.

There were wet paw prints right up to one trap set near where I saw that black sleek male last night, then Starling feathers three feet from the trap. It was a statement I guess. "Who needs your tuna? I can out wait you."

In fact the cats could. The starling mobs out there are legendary. When I first arrived on scene, I commented to the manager what they really needed was someone trapping Starlings. He said no worry on that, the government is taking care of it. I said, "Huh? The government kills Starlings for the farmers?" "Yup," he said.

I said "They're not doing a very good job of it."
"Nope," he said, and that was it.

Tomorrow's the end of the trapping there. 27 cats. They told me they are releasing the ones from the room, 17 up there right now, already fixed, and waiting to get out, in the morning. That's fine with me.

The manager has not picked up the two kittens he said he wanted to take home. He didn't want them eartipped. He hasn't called. They're so darn cute. They clean each other, purr, chirp and play in the rabbit hutch in the garage, and beg for cat treats, which I can't hand them fast enough through the wire mesh at the front of the cage.

The other two in the other cage, fixed Friday, are only still in there and not back out at the warehouse because I was too tired to deal with it. Tonight, tomorrow morning at the latest, they'll go home, too. The six in traps, now clean and set for the night, will be fixed tomorrow and returned Tuesday morning.

I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel on this one and that makes me really really happy.

I wonder what the mix will be on these last six. I know two are males at least.

Two More, 27 in All, Me Going to Bed

This is the black male who was in the trap this morning, along with the black and white with mustache. This male turned out to be a crypt orchid, meaning he had one nondescended testicle. The vet then had to open his belly and search it out. Otherwise, he would still produce sperm.
This gray and white big angry male was in the trap yesterday morning, along with the last tabby and two other blacks. This was the only normal male of the six fixed Monday.
The gray and white male again.
The last tabby, quite a beauty, in one of my traps yesterday morning, and will be fixed tomorrow, along with the black and white, the gray and white, and three blacks. This tabby also turned out to be a little girl.
Adorable black and white, young, in trap this a.m. who will be fixed tomorrow, the third black and white I've trapped there. This little black and white turned out to be a girl also. In fact all the tabbies, three of them, and all three black and whites were girls.

I am headed to bed, my beloved bed, whom I adore and miss. I am soon to embrace you, my bed!

This morning, I hauled my sorry ass out to the seed warehouse once again. Two more cats. A young black and white mustached one and another all black.

I saw no others, but I know there are more. The fuzzy Siamese. A black cat with an injured foot, and the sleek short hair black, looked male, I saw jumping up into the hay. The one in the trap is the cat I saw headed from the field under the deck of the office, last night, all round faced and half fuzzy. She glared at me, last night, when I thought briefly of setting a trap beside the deck with a board on top to protect it from rain.

There were wet paw prints right up to one trap set near where I saw that black sleek male last night, then Starling feathers three feet from the trap. It was a statement I guess. "Who needs your tuna? I can out wait you."

In fact the cats could. The starling mobs out there are legendary. When I first arrived on scene, I commented to the manager what they really needed was someone trapping Starlings. He said no worry on that, the government is taking care of it. I said, "Huh? The government kills Starlings for the farmers?" "Yup," he said.

I said "They're not doing a very good job of it."
"Nope," he said, and that was it.

Tomorrow's the end of the trapping there. 27 cats. They told me they are releasing the ones from the room, 17 up there right now, already fixed, and waiting to get out, in the morning. That's fine with me.

The manager has not picked up the two kittens he said he wanted to take home. He didn't want them eartipped. He hasn't called. They're so darn cute. They clean each other, purr, chirp and play in the rabbit hutch in the garage, and beg for cat treats, which I can't hand them fast enough through the wire mesh at the front of the cage.

The other two in the other cage, fixed Friday, are only still in there and not back out at the warehouse because I was too tired to deal with it. Tonight, tomorrow morning at the latest, they'll go home, too. The six in traps, now clean and set for the night, will be fixed tomorrow and returned Tuesday morning.

I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel on this one and that makes me really really happy.

I wonder what the mix will be on these last six. I know two are males at least.

Please Vote for Miss Daisy's Photo!

Please, please, please!!!!Click post title to go to the Bissell pet photo contest, register, then vote for Miss Daisy, by typing her name into the search box for this voting period. Ultimate winner gets to choose a animal charity that will get $10,000. I need to get that grant for Poppa Inc., so I can continue my self-appointed job of getting mid valley cats fixed, like the 25 I've trapped so far at that south Corvallis seed warehouse in the last three days.

Miss Daisy now has 33 votes. I think she will need a lot more than that to win.
Being isolated has its draw backs, that's for sure, in trying to find money to continue a very important work for animals. Wish I had a zillion friends who would all vote.

What's up with TV lately? Like tonight. Two channels have those celeb gossip shows. I don't know who would watch that stuff. Another channel, KATU out of Portland, is running a game show rerun. Reruns on 13 of some, one of the many generic crime or CSI shows. They all seem the same, but really obnoxious in reruns. Why on Saturday and Sunday nights now is it just reruns??

I am tired of my life in a way. I love helping cats, but I don't have any friends. I think I could make friends somewhere else. I really need to take control of my life while I'm still alive and try to find a way out of Albany, maybe to Eugene. Couldn't be any worse anywhere. I don't have any significant human contact sometimes for months on end. Sometimes its even longer.

I keep thinking I will find a way to make friends around here, but I don't think I will. I've tried all sorts of ways. I even tried several ads on craigslist. That might not have been so wise. I have online friends, but it's not the same really.

Online friendships are easier, that's for sure. But I so much wish I could find people to hang out with, watch movies with, go for hikes with, go swimming with, around here now and then. That hasn't happened. I know it would be terrible to try to move again, but I want my life to include humans. I don't know what to do.

I can't say I am a recluse because I go out when I round up cats. In my opinion, a recluse never goes out. However, I no longer go out unless I am out trapping or rounding up cats. That's a bad thing probably. I don't think I've given up hope but maybe I have.

I should probably go outside my comfort zone and take some risks on new things. I'll have to come up with some ideas. Otherwise, I think recluse will soon be an apt title for myself.

I want to come up with a bucket list. I did rent that movie and it was lousy. Lousy! But the idea is romantic to me. A bucket list, a list of things I want to do before I die. How arrogant to even consider. So many people never get out of a slum they live in. But that thought should not stop me. My issues from the past have held me back these last 8 years, since I left the mental health system. I've not had much chance at life. I may die tomorrow, for all I know. I shouldn't even be wasting my time writing this. I should be sleeping. Tomorrow, well, it's now today, is another new dawn, born with all sorts of possibilities. Maybe its time to embrace them.

Please Vote for Miss Daisy's Photo!

Please, please, please!!!!Click post title to go to the Bissell pet photo contest, register, then vote for Miss Daisy, by typing her name into the search box for this voting period. Ultimate winner gets to choose a animal charity that will get $10,000. I need to get that grant for Poppa Inc., so I can continue my self-appointed job of getting mid valley cats fixed, like the 25 I've trapped so far at that south Corvallis seed warehouse in the last three days.

Miss Daisy now has 33 votes. I think she will need a lot more than that to win.
Being isolated has its draw backs, that's for sure, in trying to find money to continue a very important work for animals. Wish I had a zillion friends who would all vote.

What's up with TV lately? Like tonight. Two channels have those celeb gossip shows. I don't know who would watch that stuff. Another channel, KATU out of Portland, is running a game show rerun. Reruns on 13 of some, one of the many generic crime or CSI shows. They all seem the same, but really obnoxious in reruns. Why on Saturday and Sunday nights now is it just reruns??

I am tired of my life in a way. I love helping cats, but I don't have any friends. I think I could make friends somewhere else. I really need to take control of my life while I'm still alive and try to find a way out of Albany, maybe to Eugene. Couldn't be any worse anywhere. I don't have any significant human contact sometimes for months on end. Sometimes its even longer.

I keep thinking I will find a way to make friends around here, but I don't think I will. I've tried all sorts of ways. I even tried several ads on craigslist. That might not have been so wise. I have online friends, but it's not the same really.

Online friendships are easier, that's for sure. But I so much wish I could find people to hang out with, watch movies with, go for hikes with, go swimming with, around here now and then. That hasn't happened. I know it would be terrible to try to move again, but I want my life to include humans. I don't know what to do.

I can't say I am a recluse because I go out when I round up cats. In my opinion, a recluse never goes out. However, I no longer go out unless I am out trapping or rounding up cats. That's a bad thing probably. I don't think I've given up hope but maybe I have.

I should probably go outside my comfort zone and take some risks on new things. I'll have to come up with some ideas. Otherwise, I think recluse will soon be an apt title for myself.

I want to come up with a bucket list. I did rent that movie and it was lousy. Lousy! But the idea is romantic to me. A bucket list, a list of things I want to do before I die. How arrogant to even consider. So many people never get out of a slum they live in. But that thought should not stop me. My issues from the past have held me back these last 8 years, since I left the mental health system. I've not had much chance at life. I may die tomorrow, for all I know. I shouldn't even be wasting my time writing this. I should be sleeping. Tomorrow, well, it's now today, is another new dawn, born with all sorts of possibilities. Maybe its time to embrace them.

Solar Livestock at Fairgrounds. $500k Stimulus Money

It's ridiculous. $500,000 in federal stimulus money for solar panels for a livestock building at the Fairgounds. How many people will that employ? Not many, I bet. Half a million dollars right out of taxpayer pockets, too.

To me, that's nuts. That won't stimulate anything.

Solar Livestock at Fairgrounds. $500k Stimulus Money

It's ridiculous. $500,000 in federal stimulus money for solar panels for a livestock building at the Fairgounds. How many people will that employ? Not many, I bet. Half a million dollars right out of taxpayer pockets, too.

To me, that's nuts. That won't stimulate anything.

13 More Seed Warehouse Cats Fixed Yesterday

This is one of 13 cats fixed yesterday, from the seed farm. This is one of the five males of the 13 and he is huge. Today, I returned nine of the 13 cats after sleeping ten hours. I'd already returned the 8 females fixed Thursday.

I was too tired to pull the two kittens from one cage, going to a home, or the two kittens in the other cage, returning, out to take. I found, in the four traps I'd left set, four more cats. Two blacks, the tabby, and an unknown gray and white Siamese mix. Four more, and I saw I think at least two more all blacks out there. I left traps set and came home. That will be 25 caught there so far. The manager then admits there are more at the other warehouse down the road. I said, "We need to fix those too then." He would not agree to it, says there aren't that many. I said "there will be."
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Thank heavens! The clinic up in Portland did all 13 of the cats I trucked up there with in the back of my car yesterday, from the seed warehouse. I had registered five to be fixed, then called and asked about ten. But I took 13, because I stopped in to check traps left set at the warehouse early yesterday morning and three more big all blacks.

I took the 8 females, fixed Thursday, back to the warehouse during the day yesterday, carrying them up some steep stairs to a very large room all set up to hold the fixed cats until the unfixed ones can be fixed. And there more to catch. During the day yesterday at least three more big black adults were seen. Then I know of the tabby and the fluffball Siamese still out there, too.

But at least 21 of them are now fixed. Two of the kittens, both girls, a Siamese and a black, are going home with one of the workers, probably today.

16 of 21 fixed so far have been females. 8 of the 13 fixed yesterday were girls. Of the 13 fixed yesterday, there was one Siamese kitten and one tabby kitten and 11 all blacks!

13 More Seed Warehouse Cats Fixed Yesterday

This is one of 13 cats fixed yesterday, from the seed farm. This is one of the five males of the 13 and he is huge. Today, I returned nine of the 13 cats after sleeping ten hours. I'd already returned the 8 females fixed Thursday.

I was too tired to pull the two kittens from one cage, going to a home, or the two kittens in the other cage, returning, out to take. I found, in the four traps I'd left set, four more cats. Two blacks, the tabby, and an unknown gray and white Siamese mix. Four more, and I saw I think at least two more all blacks out there. I left traps set and came home. That will be 25 caught there so far. The manager then admits there are more at the other warehouse down the road. I said, "We need to fix those too then." He would not agree to it, says there aren't that many. I said "there will be."
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Thank heavens! The clinic up in Portland did all 13 of the cats I trucked up there with in the back of my car yesterday, from the seed warehouse. I had registered five to be fixed, then called and asked about ten. But I took 13, because I stopped in to check traps left set at the warehouse early yesterday morning and three more big all blacks.

I took the 8 females, fixed Thursday, back to the warehouse during the day yesterday, carrying them up some steep stairs to a very large room all set up to hold the fixed cats until the unfixed ones can be fixed. And there more to catch. During the day yesterday at least three more big black adults were seen. Then I know of the tabby and the fluffball Siamese still out there, too.

But at least 21 of them are now fixed. Two of the kittens, both girls, a Siamese and a black, are going home with one of the workers, probably today.

16 of 21 fixed so far have been females. 8 of the 13 fixed yesterday were girls. Of the 13 fixed yesterday, there was one Siamese kitten and one tabby kitten and 11 all blacks!

21 So Far

I went over to the warehouse early this a.m., to check the four traps I'd left set. I had three more blacks, two of them big boys! No sign of the tabby or fluffy Siamese.

I loaded the three in my car, on top of the ten already in it, and headed off to the vet, with 13 cats, 11 of them black. I didn't know if they could do them all or not. They agreed to do them all! Yay.

I'm taking the 8 girls back today. Well, at least they'll all be fixed, if that tabby and that fluffy Siamese can be caught. I started trapping Wednesday morning. Now, on Friday, 21 of the cats are fixed. But, I really don't like to quit unless they're all caught. I'll try to cut some sort of deal with this manager, a price per cat maybe. $25 per cat would not pay for even half the fixes, but it'd be better than nothing.


The bill for the first 8 females alone was $370. Seven normal spays and one in heat spay, which cost $10 more. Each also got Advantage, courtesy of me, and roundwormer.

I think they're going to pay a set price per cat, whatever we can work.

I just talked to the manager again. He says he's seen three or four black ones today, meaning there are probably six or eight more to catch. Gosh darn it. But 21 is a great start. They have a room set up for the returning cats to live in until all the rest are caught. It's a nice huge room, with little hiding places, too, so it's good.

21 So Far

I went over to the warehouse early this a.m., to check the four traps I'd left set. I had three more blacks, two of them big boys! No sign of the tabby or fluffy Siamese.

I loaded the three in my car, on top of the ten already in it, and headed off to the vet, with 13 cats, 11 of them black. I didn't know if they could do them all or not. They agreed to do them all! Yay.

I'm taking the 8 girls back today. Well, at least they'll all be fixed, if that tabby and that fluffy Siamese can be caught. I started trapping Wednesday morning. Now, on Friday, 21 of the cats are fixed. But, I really don't like to quit unless they're all caught. I'll try to cut some sort of deal with this manager, a price per cat maybe. $25 per cat would not pay for even half the fixes, but it'd be better than nothing.


The bill for the first 8 females alone was $370. Seven normal spays and one in heat spay, which cost $10 more. Each also got Advantage, courtesy of me, and roundwormer.

I think they're going to pay a set price per cat, whatever we can work.

I just talked to the manager again. He says he's seen three or four black ones today, meaning there are probably six or eight more to catch. Gosh darn it. But 21 is a great start. They have a room set up for the returning cats to live in until all the rest are caught. It's a nice huge room, with little hiding places, too, so it's good.

8 South Corvallis Seed Colony Females Fixed Today

This is the black kitten, Mahoo, who will be fixed tomorrow.
This is the brown tabby female fixed today with black female four, behind her.
Lynx Point Siamese female, fixed today.
The Siamese again.
Black and white female two, fixed today.
Black female two, fixed today.
Black female three, fixed today.
Black female one, fixed today.
Black female one, again.
Black and white female two again.
Black and white female one, fixed today.

Trapping the seed warehouse colony has been slightly nuts. Trying to juggle the 18 cats caught so far, keep them straight, since most are black, and get all of them trapped before returning those fixed is keeping me busy.

Today the first 8 were fixed. To my shock and to the vet clinic's shock, all 8 were adult females. Where are the boys?

This colony mimics another Llewellyn Road colony I just finished. All 12 of those cats were black. 8 of them were females. Of the four males, three were kittens and one was about 8 months old. Again, where are the boys?

My vet clinic says it's a lesbian road is all. I said, "Maybe it's the farm chemicals."

Well, there's still a chance with the seed colony to turn some boys. I have ten more waiting to be fixed and I saw at least four more out there: two blacks, a tabby and a big hairy Siamese.

The 8 fixed today were a Lynx Point Siamese female, short hair, four short hair blacks, two short hair black and whites and a brown tabby.

I have five short hair blacks, including two kittens in the car trapped today. I have three other kittens to be fixed waiting in a rabbit hutch: the Siamese I call Mowgli, the tabby kitten I call Mauai and a tiny black kitten I call Mahoo. Two of those will go home with a worker.

I also have two late teen all blacks waiting to be fixed who were trapped yesterday. 8 more all blacks to be fixed, a tabby and a Siamese. The vet is expecting five cats tomorrow. I don't think they'll overlook the fact I am showing up with ten instead. All they can do is say no.

Well, time for bed. I have all 8 who were fixed today, settled in, with food and water. I have the ten for tomorrow set to go also. With this 18 fixed, that's 30 cats fixed on Llewellyn Road in just the last ten days.

8 South Corvallis Seed Colony Females Fixed Today

This is the black kitten, Mahoo, who will be fixed tomorrow.
This is the brown tabby female fixed today with black female four, behind her.
Lynx Point Siamese female, fixed today.
The Siamese again.
Black and white female two, fixed today.
Black female two, fixed today.
Black female three, fixed today.
Black female one, fixed today.
Black female one, again.
Black and white female two again.
Black and white female one, fixed today.

Trapping the seed warehouse colony has been slightly nuts. Trying to juggle the 18 cats caught so far, keep them straight, since most are black, and get all of them trapped before returning those fixed is keeping me busy.

Today the first 8 were fixed. To my shock and to the vet clinic's shock, all 8 were adult females. Where are the boys?

This colony mimics another Llewellyn Road colony I just finished. All 12 of those cats were black. 8 of them were females. Of the four males, three were kittens and one was about 8 months old. Again, where are the boys?

My vet clinic says it's a lesbian road is all. I said, "Maybe it's the farm chemicals."

Well, there's still a chance with the seed colony to turn some boys. I have ten more waiting to be fixed and I saw at least four more out there: two blacks, a tabby and a big hairy Siamese.

The 8 fixed today were a Lynx Point Siamese female, short hair, four short hair blacks, two short hair black and whites and a brown tabby.

I have five short hair blacks, including two kittens in the car trapped today. I have three other kittens to be fixed waiting in a rabbit hutch: the Siamese I call Mowgli, the tabby kitten I call Mauai and a tiny black kitten I call Mahoo. Two of those will go home with a worker.

I also have two late teen all blacks waiting to be fixed who were trapped yesterday. 8 more all blacks to be fixed, a tabby and a Siamese. The vet is expecting five cats tomorrow. I don't think they'll overlook the fact I am showing up with ten instead. All they can do is say no.

Well, time for bed. I have all 8 who were fixed today, settled in, with food and water. I have the ten for tomorrow set to go also. With this 18 fixed, that's 30 cats fixed on Llewellyn Road in just the last ten days.

Oregon Tax Measures Pass Without Me

I did not vote. It felt wrong to me. It's not my money, I feel somewhere deep inside, to take away from people, by checking a box. I've always felt that way. If I was paying those taxes and I wanted to pay them, then I would say ok, but I don't pay those taxes or even feign to understand how it might affect business or the rich.

I don't know rich people. In fact, I think they're mythical creatures. They may as well be. The circles I've lived in, and in my isolation, I would never encounter such people. I hear about them, see recreations of what they might be like on TV and in movies, but I can't believe they exist. Not really.

I know business is what fuels everything. I don't believe in making it harder to run businesses or keep jobs. Public Employee jobs don't count really, because they cost taxpayers. I've heard tales that half Oregon's workforce is composed of public employees. I don't know if that is true. I know at OSU there are lots of people who work at the university but are privately employed as contractors or researchers and actually produce money. At least I know one of those. Diane that's you, if you still read.

Public employees are vital people, however. As long as they don't cost so much they bog the state down. They teach the children so those children can grown up to get jobs, open businesses and pay taxes that support that cycle, the circle. And they perform a lot of really needed services.

I know they get great benefits compared to everyone else and lots of people see this as the reason Oregon is going under and due to their union, that does not allow bad employees to be fired, not really, and doesn't give an inch in PERS, even when the state and the rest of its citizens are being forced off a cliff. It's too bad everyone can't have retirements like PERS. It'd be great

Back to the tax measures, I didn't vote and I am not ashamed I didn't vote. I've taken crap off people all my life for not being good enough, for not holding a job, even though the system itself recruited me as a lifer. I'll never be good enough. A lifetime of such rants against the likes of me has taken its toll on my spirit.

I have only one defense now that I fall back on. Perhaps it seems pathetic to some, but it's all I have. I tell people "I do work. I am a public employee." That's what I consider myself. I am on disability. That's taxpayer money. Therefore I am a public employee, a public servant and I faithfully serve the public, because that's what public employees do. I'm out there, like I was tonight, half the night, trapping cats, serving the public. I'm a public servant you see, proud of what I do, wise in use of taxpayer money, as best I can be.

That's what I have to tell myself, to maintain any ability to face the angry judgemental faces out there.

"You good for nothing, on public assistance!" It is not just Rush Limbaugh who makes such cries. I've been thusly accused all my life.

My excuses and reasons mean nothing.

"No," I can only offer, and honestly, "I am a dedicated public servant and I would never misuse or flaunt the $649 per month salary that I get. Do not worry. I am on the job. I am effective and efficient."

If you ask, if you see me, if you start in on me, I will close my eyes to shield myself from more of the same, because I cannot take more. Please. I cannot take more judgement. I am a public servant.

I did not vote on the tax measures. I did not feel deep down that I had a right to take other people's money from their pockets. Don't take mine, please, either. It isn't that much and I do work very very hard.

Please don't be so mean to me, on every front, because I am so lonely for kindness.

Don't forget, please. I am not fleecing you. I have no idea how to use and abuse the system. I know people who do know how, but I don't. I'm good at nothing, except this job I have. That I could do in my dreams.

Oregon Tax Measures Pass Without Me

I did not vote. It felt wrong to me. It's not my money, I feel somewhere deep inside, to take away from people, by checking a box. I've always felt that way. If I was paying those taxes and I wanted to pay them, then I would say ok, but I don't pay those taxes or even feign to understand how it might affect business or the rich.

I don't know rich people. In fact, I think they're mythical creatures. They may as well be. The circles I've lived in, and in my isolation, I would never encounter such people. I hear about them, see recreations of what they might be like on TV and in movies, but I can't believe they exist. Not really.

I know business is what fuels everything. I don't believe in making it harder to run businesses or keep jobs. Public Employee jobs don't count really, because they cost taxpayers. I've heard tales that half Oregon's workforce is composed of public employees. I don't know if that is true. I know at OSU there are lots of people who work at the university but are privately employed as contractors or researchers and actually produce money. At least I know one of those. Diane that's you, if you still read.

Public employees are vital people, however. As long as they don't cost so much they bog the state down. They teach the children so those children can grown up to get jobs, open businesses and pay taxes that support that cycle, the circle. And they perform a lot of really needed services.

I know they get great benefits compared to everyone else and lots of people see this as the reason Oregon is going under and due to their union, that does not allow bad employees to be fired, not really, and doesn't give an inch in PERS, even when the state and the rest of its citizens are being forced off a cliff. It's too bad everyone can't have retirements like PERS. It'd be great

Back to the tax measures, I didn't vote and I am not ashamed I didn't vote. I've taken crap off people all my life for not being good enough, for not holding a job, even though the system itself recruited me as a lifer. I'll never be good enough. A lifetime of such rants against the likes of me has taken its toll on my spirit.

I have only one defense now that I fall back on. Perhaps it seems pathetic to some, but it's all I have. I tell people "I do work. I am a public employee." That's what I consider myself. I am on disability. That's taxpayer money. Therefore I am a public employee, a public servant and I faithfully serve the public, because that's what public employees do. I'm out there, like I was tonight, half the night, trapping cats, serving the public. I'm a public servant you see, proud of what I do, wise in use of taxpayer money, as best I can be.

That's what I have to tell myself, to maintain any ability to face the angry judgemental faces out there.

"You good for nothing, on public assistance!" It is not just Rush Limbaugh who makes such cries. I've been thusly accused all my life.

My excuses and reasons mean nothing.

"No," I can only offer, and honestly, "I am a dedicated public servant and I would never misuse or flaunt the $649 per month salary that I get. Do not worry. I am on the job. I am effective and efficient."

If you ask, if you see me, if you start in on me, I will close my eyes to shield myself from more of the same, because I cannot take more. Please. I cannot take more judgement. I am a public servant.

I did not vote on the tax measures. I did not feel deep down that I had a right to take other people's money from their pockets. Don't take mine, please, either. It isn't that much and I do work very very hard.

Please don't be so mean to me, on every front, because I am so lonely for kindness.

Don't forget, please. I am not fleecing you. I have no idea how to use and abuse the system. I know people who do know how, but I don't. I'm good at nothing, except this job I have. That I could do in my dreams.

13 Cats Trapped So Far at Seed Warehouse

I've been out freezing my butt off. Somehow, I forgot to throw in my pack with my wool sweater, hat and gloves. Somehow, I forgot to take my book. Somehow, I even forgot a coat. Fortunately, I had along my raincoat, which kept me somewhat warm. I always carry a blanket, too, so I wrapped up in that. Because it turned cold out there tonight. The cats got spooky after I caught six more very quickly tonight. There are more out there needing caught. So far I have 13.

I took photos of a few of them. But I have two tabbies, two black and whites, two Siamese and the rest are all black.

I had to go back and check the three traps still set, very very late, or early, depending on perspectiev. I get home just now and there are two guys walking up the sidewalk from the end of the cul de sac in hoodies carrying some sort of tool case or something. They don't live on the block. My instant reaction was "my gosh, these are burglars or car prowlers." It could be true. I circled around and tried to see which way the went but couldn't and I called the cops. I wonder if one of my neighbors got theived tonight. They also could have been visiting late with a neighbor I suppose. Unlikely, but, I didn't see them do anything illegal.

13 Cats Trapped So Far at Seed Warehouse

I've been out freezing my butt off. Somehow, I forgot to throw in my pack with my wool sweater, hat and gloves. Somehow, I forgot to take my book. Somehow, I even forgot a coat. Fortunately, I had along my raincoat, which kept me somewhat warm. I always carry a blanket, too, so I wrapped up in that. Because it turned cold out there tonight. The cats got spooky after I caught six more very quickly tonight. There are more out there needing caught. So far I have 13.

I took photos of a few of them. But I have two tabbies, two black and whites, two Siamese and the rest are all black.

I had to go back and check the three traps still set, very very late, or early, depending on perspectiev. I get home just now and there are two guys walking up the sidewalk from the end of the cul de sac in hoodies carrying some sort of tool case or something. They don't live on the block. My instant reaction was "my gosh, these are burglars or car prowlers." It could be true. I circled around and tried to see which way the went but couldn't and I called the cops. I wonder if one of my neighbors got theived tonight. They also could have been visiting late with a neighbor I suppose. Unlikely, but, I didn't see them do anything illegal.

Seven Warehouse Cats

I got called by a man yesterday who acted like I should know him and know what he was talking about. I didn't know either. He said, in a husky drawl, "Well, them cats, let's get started on it then."

I said, "Huh??"

"Well, I guess it has to be done, you just going start on it?" he repeated.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.

"Well, you know Cheryl, your friend Cheryl, married to Carlos you know, set it all up."

I stuttered around, trying to go through my brain files for any couple I know might be named Carlos and Cheryl or something close. I came up with zilch. "I'm sorry. I still don't know what you're talking about or who you are talking about," I apologized.

"So you don't know nothing about them cats at the warehouse or Cheryl or Carlos?"

"No," I pleaded, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, I got a bunch of cats out here, running in the warehouses, and I better get them fixed and Carlos knows you and gave me your number."

I said "I don't know Carlos, but that doesn't matter. How many cats and where and you're taking them back, right, because I can't take on more cats."

"Well, there's ten. Maybe there's 13. There could be more. And we're down here south of Corvallis."

"Ok," I said, "Where south of Corvallis exactly, and I'll come down in the morning and start up. YOu going to pay for the fixes?"

"Well, we might pay for some of them. Here's my cell number and we're down there off 99. Just come on down."

I said, "So you're a grass seed farmer? Do you know Roger?"

"Course I do. Everybody knows him."

"You going to see him anytime soon?"

"Course. I see him every night." I already knew where. Pioneer Villa. They all gather like clockwork, especially Roger. You could set a computer clock by him.

I said, "Tell him hi and you can ask him how many I trapped for him."

"Oh so you know Roger, eh, well how many you catch for him?"

I said, "Try over 200."

"Naaah, not that many!" he says

"Oh yeah," I said, "that many! So it's good you're taking care of these now, before you get like Roger. He'll tell you that."

This morning I caught seven at the warehouse. I don't have that many traps anymore. I took seven traps and caught seven cats within half hour or less. There are more than ten. There are more than 13. But there are far less than 200!

Carlos's wife, Cheryl, works in the same place as the Albany woman, who wrote that letter to the editor, in response to a cat hater letter, and admitted she fed strays and needed help getting them fixed. I got I think 12 or 14 fixed there. So Kelly (from letter writer colony), gave Cheryl, whom I've never met, my number, who gave it to her husband Carlos who works at the seed warehouse run by the husky voice man who called me.

Seven Warehouse Cats

I got called by a man yesterday who acted like I should know him and know what he was talking about. I didn't know either. He said, in a husky drawl, "Well, them cats, let's get started on it then."

I said, "Huh??"

"Well, I guess it has to be done, you just going start on it?" he repeated.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.

"Well, you know Cheryl, your friend Cheryl, married to Carlos you know, set it all up."

I stuttered around, trying to go through my brain files for any couple I know might be named Carlos and Cheryl or something close. I came up with zilch. "I'm sorry. I still don't know what you're talking about or who you are talking about," I apologized.

"So you don't know nothing about them cats at the warehouse or Cheryl or Carlos?"

"No," I pleaded, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, I got a bunch of cats out here, running in the warehouses, and I better get them fixed and Carlos knows you and gave me your number."

I said "I don't know Carlos, but that doesn't matter. How many cats and where and you're taking them back, right, because I can't take on more cats."

"Well, there's ten. Maybe there's 13. There could be more. And we're down here south of Corvallis."

"Ok," I said, "Where south of Corvallis exactly, and I'll come down in the morning and start up. YOu going to pay for the fixes?"

"Well, we might pay for some of them. Here's my cell number and we're down there off 99. Just come on down."

I said, "So you're a grass seed farmer? Do you know Roger?"

"Course I do. Everybody knows him."

"You going to see him anytime soon?"

"Course. I see him every night." I already knew where. Pioneer Villa. They all gather like clockwork, especially Roger. You could set a computer clock by him.

I said, "Tell him hi and you can ask him how many I trapped for him."

"Oh so you know Roger, eh, well how many you catch for him?"

I said, "Try over 200."

"Naaah, not that many!" he says

"Oh yeah," I said, "that many! So it's good you're taking care of these now, before you get like Roger. He'll tell you that."

This morning I caught seven at the warehouse. I don't have that many traps anymore. I took seven traps and caught seven cats within half hour or less. There are more than ten. There are more than 13. But there are far less than 200!

Carlos's wife, Cheryl, works in the same place as the Albany woman, who wrote that letter to the editor, in response to a cat hater letter, and admitted she fed strays and needed help getting them fixed. I got I think 12 or 14 fixed there. So Kelly (from letter writer colony), gave Cheryl, whom I've never met, my number, who gave it to her husband Carlos who works at the seed warehouse run by the husky voice man who called me.

Who is Having Color Trouble with My Blog?

Jeanne is, in Baltimore, says suddenly the bottom section is dark brown. Looked just the same to me. Then I switched to Mozilla and boom, the blog colors are messed up and whacked out on MOzilla. No support available right now, to find out why. I tried all their little tricks on the "web pages don't appear right" trouble shooting page, but none made my blog back into normal color, so I'm back on IE, and it's normal on IE.

Who else is having trouble, with it appearing very dark brown on the blog post parts, with blue print, which is unreadable due to the very dark brown background. And who knows why this happened on those using Mozilla. At least I am assuming Jeanne is using Mozilla. I know when I tried to see it on Mozilla, you can't even read it.

Who is Having Color Trouble with My Blog?

Jeanne is, in Baltimore, says suddenly the bottom section is dark brown. Looked just the same to me. Then I switched to Mozilla and boom, the blog colors are messed up and whacked out on MOzilla. No support available right now, to find out why. I tried all their little tricks on the "web pages don't appear right" trouble shooting page, but none made my blog back into normal color, so I'm back on IE, and it's normal on IE.

Who else is having trouble, with it appearing very dark brown on the blog post parts, with blue print, which is unreadable due to the very dark brown background. And who knows why this happened on those using Mozilla. At least I am assuming Jeanne is using Mozilla. I know when I tried to see it on Mozilla, you can't even read it.

Toyota Recalls Cars, Suspends Sales Over Accelerator Pedal Woes. Nothing New. My Scion Too!

Click post title to go to story of massive Toyota Sales suspension of certain models affected by the accelerator pedal trouble.

This is not a new problem. I've had this happen with my Scion repeatedly. In fact one time, I had to lay on the brake pedal while the car still was trying to accelerate. That was actually in a parking lot not long after I got the car, and scared me white faced. I didn't know what to think. I still don't, because it still happens now and then.

I have tried to figure it out. First problem I notice, you can get your shoe toe stuck under a protrusion above the pedal and not even know it, unless you were barefoot. Then you would feel the very tips of your toes on top caught on something. You think you are taking your foot of the gas, or letting up but because the toe of your shoe is stuck, you're not.

This problem would be more common then with people whose feet are longer or wider than average or with certain shoes.

That's one problem.

Another also has to do with the shape and angle of the pedal and it's little area, but it's a protrusion on the right side, where your shoe can also impinge slightly, but enough to keep your foot fully on the pedal when you think it isn't. Again, unless you were driving barefoot, then you'd feel it.

But there's something else going on, too, something that makes me think something gets stuck inside or is slow to respond, beyond the firewall between the pedal and me, inside the engine compartment, and keeps the engine pumping full of gas, even if your foot is off the pedal. In other words, something is failing besides the pedal and perhaps the shape of the body of the car in the pedal area.

That's my take on the issue. I've had several scary moments with this issue. The first time was not long after I got it. I didn't want to say a word then, although I mentioned it to my brother, because I was unbelievably grateful to be in a decent car and because I thought maybe I was doing something wrong and because I was afraid if something was wrong with the car, I'd never get it back.

After awhile, I learned to adjust and to be wary of this issue and ready to act when it happens. I've never had it happen at highway speed, which is good! They never recalled the Scion over this problem or even mention it happens with Scions. But it does. I know for a fact it does.

Toyota Recalls Cars, Suspends Sales Over Accelerator Pedal Woes. Nothing New. My Scion Too!

Click post title to go to story of massive Toyota Sales suspension of certain models affected by the accelerator pedal trouble.

This is not a new problem. I've had this happen with my Scion repeatedly. In fact one time, I had to lay on the brake pedal while the car still was trying to accelerate. That was actually in a parking lot not long after I got the car, and scared me white faced. I didn't know what to think. I still don't, because it still happens now and then.

I have tried to figure it out. First problem I notice, you can get your shoe toe stuck under a protrusion above the pedal and not even know it, unless you were barefoot. Then you would feel the very tips of your toes on top caught on something. You think you are taking your foot of the gas, or letting up but because the toe of your shoe is stuck, you're not.

This problem would be more common then with people whose feet are longer or wider than average or with certain shoes.

That's one problem.

Another also has to do with the shape and angle of the pedal and it's little area, but it's a protrusion on the right side, where your shoe can also impinge slightly, but enough to keep your foot fully on the pedal when you think it isn't. Again, unless you were driving barefoot, then you'd feel it.

But there's something else going on, too, something that makes me think something gets stuck inside or is slow to respond, beyond the firewall between the pedal and me, inside the engine compartment, and keeps the engine pumping full of gas, even if your foot is off the pedal. In other words, something is failing besides the pedal and perhaps the shape of the body of the car in the pedal area.

That's my take on the issue. I've had several scary moments with this issue. The first time was not long after I got it. I didn't want to say a word then, although I mentioned it to my brother, because I was unbelievably grateful to be in a decent car and because I thought maybe I was doing something wrong and because I was afraid if something was wrong with the car, I'd never get it back.

After awhile, I learned to adjust and to be wary of this issue and ready to act when it happens. I've never had it happen at highway speed, which is good! They never recalled the Scion over this problem or even mention it happens with Scions. But it does. I know for a fact it does.

Today's Hot Cat Fix Photos!

Beautiful Teen Boy, from Corvallis!
Long hair black female, from Albany.
Same girl again.
A muted calico female, from Albany.
And the orange tabby on white male, from Albany.


Today, these four gorgeous kitty's are getting fixed. Two boys, one from Corvallis, just a teen, and one from Albany and two Albany girls, from the same house the boy comes from, and the same house the five kittens fixed last Saturday came from. KATA took in those five kittens I think.

Today's Hot Cat Fix Photos!

Beautiful Teen Boy, from Corvallis!
Long hair black female, from Albany.
Same girl again.
A muted calico female, from Albany.
And the orange tabby on white male, from Albany.


Today, these four gorgeous kitty's are getting fixed. Two boys, one from Corvallis, just a teen, and one from Albany and two Albany girls, from the same house the boy comes from, and the same house the five kittens fixed last Saturday came from. KATA took in those five kittens I think.