Slow Days

The Veterans Home in Lebanon now has 9 positive cases of corona and with the death of a Portland man from the virus, I suppose things may get tighter, to try to control the virus.

I read an article stating its a person's own immune system and how it reacts to the virus that ends up killing people.  I guess that's why kids don't die from it like adults do because their immune systems aren't up to par yet.   If they catch the stormlike reaction, from the person's immune system, and there's a test they can do to see if that's happening, and treat with steroids or other immune suppressants, then maybe the patient's immune response will not kill the patient.

I went up to Sweet Home yesterday to try to catch a last cat at a small colony there.  The older woman said it was like not finishing a job, to not get him too, so it had worked on her mind some.  I know the feeling.  Didn't take me long to drop trap the black and white teenager who is a momma's boy and follows her around like she's the apple of his eye and always will be and he'd live in her basement for life if he and she were humans.

Then, in the pouring rain, I sat at the park, watching the day pass, with a trap set in the brush and no people out and about until I caught Parker, the black tux who first showed up, probably via the back of some asshole's truck, several months ago, at the park.

Parker is the third new arrival cat I've caught in the park this year.  Plus a rabbit.  It's hard to keep up there sometimes, given the vast area and difficult trapping.  We have a lot of people in the area determined to live lives that, when finished, will only be recalled as wasted, angry, selfish, and animal abusing.

If Parker was tame when he was dumped there, he is not tame any longer.

The Robins and the Canada Geese were out in force yesterday.

We also had a hail storm that briefly coated everything in an inch of the tiny round ice balls.

I don't know if any of the three people allegedly trapping for cats they feed will actually do that.  I really have little faith in the Shedd folk trapping for a male for over a week now.  And not sure the Lebanon woman will try, even though the stray she feeds is tame enough to pick up.  I know the Sweet Home woman after a little female will try.  I'm supposed to be brought a female and a male at 1:00, which would, if they arrive, boost the cat count, for tomorrow's seven reservations, up to four in hand.

How about some cat photos?

Starr is old gal now.  Originally from a Corvallis homeless camp.  Her brother Teddy is still here, but Honey, who came from same place died last year.

Slinko too is getting old. You can see it in his face.  That's Starry behind him, the torti.  There is no love lost between them.

Shady and Brambles are ancient too.   Even Brambles former caretaker, old Gordon, has died by now.  As for Shady, she is still vocal and mischiefous.  

Mums and Sam have been friends forever.  Sam has slowed way down in his old age, while Mums gets around well. Her sister Tugs however is showing her age now.

My literal cat tree.  Haley on top.  Mops, Echo then Buffy on the bottom.  Mops and Buffy are brother and sister, ancient too.  

Raindrop and the cat tree cats

And last but not least---Slurpy!