I got very little sleep last night, due to the trapping and then caring for everyone else here. So, expect, if any of you were stupid enough to call, to be snapped at. The only cat not shown in photos, fixed today, is a black male fixed from the Davidson st. colony. I trapped two females and three males there, took the four bottle babes, and need to catch one more male there. I trapped seven cats at the Bengal man colony including two pregnant females and lactating female and removed seven kittens from two litters and this evening, trapped the mom of the second litter.
I then had to take fricking shit from the neighbor with the unfixed free roaming male who was sympathizing with another neighbor, of course a young adult male, who was making snide remarks about how he wished "they" would have taken the cats away for good, like I'm some paid removal service. For the neighbor who is part of the problem, to sympathize with that pathetic man's couch potato comment, with her own unfixed male in the middle of the street yowling was not something she should have done in front of me at my stage of exhaustion. I lit into her. I told her neighbors could easily have taken care of this themselves and that that is what neighbors should do, instead of some stranger coming into the neighborhood to solve it on her time and her dime.
The woman began spluttering out excuses. She has a friend whom she said is the one who got over twenty fixed two years ago. "Excuse me?" I said. "You are saying your friend got the 24 cats fixed two years ago?"
"FYI, I got those cats fixed two years ago." She took off, insisting it was her friend, who has a nonprofit that primarily helps dogs. I could not believe it. I don't know if her friend is lying, taking credit for work I did, or if this woman is mixing it for her own twisted use of information.
A good night's sleep should return my good humor. Or not. It's never pleasant to hear of other people taking credit for work I did. It's not a fun thing to hear. However, these sorts of things only assume importance when I am worn out. Funny thing about that.
















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