No More Kittens

 Yesterday, the 3rd of July, I was back at the park before 6:00 a.m. to set a couple traps in the bushes and catch anymore of orange moms kittens, if there were more.  I have no idea if there are anymore or not.  The traps were set three hours before I gave it up, not a sign of another kitten, mainly because masses of people were arriving, to enjoy the river and picnic and all that normal people might be doing on a holiday weekend. 

I'm not normal, I know.  No family.  No close friends anymore either that would want to do anything.

So I may as well be trying to help out stray kittens on a holiday weekend.  The alternative being to do pretty much nothing.  The lakes, rivers, parks--all over run in people anyhow.

I stopped by the old Lebanon colony on the way home.  The one at the vacant house where the neighbors trapped five kittens and five adults awhile back.  Not that long ago.   More kittens had been seen.  I spotted one kitten, a chubby little gray, on the ramp in the back, and left the neighbors traps to use to catch them.  

He gave me some more CBD comfrey salve for my joints.  The jar he gave me before sure seemed to help my shoulder.  It's well now, no issues.  I went by the Lebanon market then, set up in the high school parking lot, and chatted with the neighbors wife, who was set up there selling plants.  I wanted to see the cookie man, about some cookies.  Lol.  I needed a cookie fix.   Got it!

I came home and took a nice nap and woke up hot as all get out.  Over 80 degrees in the house.   I turn off the AC when home, since it freezes me out, unless it gets too hot inside.  Seems to be no inbetween--either freezing with it on, blasting super cold air, or hot as hell.

I'm lucky, though, to have it.  So many don't.  Many who didn't have it died in that heat wave.  

I see the story of Lytton, British Columbia.  Way up north.  Should never get hot there.  And yet it did.  121 degrees hot.  And then it burned to the ground.  That was during those hot days last week, I think.   I am dumbfounded over the high temps the northwest experienced.  Alarm bells should be going off all over the world.  Climate change may be beyond the tip point.  

My brother in Boise Idaho will not experience temps below 100 degrees until after the 17th of July, if the forecast is accurate.  Not normal either.

When I woke up, the Lebanon man had texted me he'd trapped a kitten and it was in their cool house.   It's a tiny little house/shed in their yard.  I drove on up to get the kitten.  When I arrived they were not home.   It was hot. I parked in their driveway, thinking this would be quick.  I left the windows down and took a carrier to the cool house and transferred her into the carrier and headed to my car with both the carrier and the kitten trap she had been in.

I then went to reset the kitten trap on the ramp of the vacant house where it had caught this little gray tabby thing, and to check the other trap they had set.  When I got back to the car, to leave, I could not find my keys anywhere.

I lose my keys when I'm hot and tired.  Usually I lay them by a trap when setting it, and forget them.  I checked around both set traps, no luck.  I went back to the cool house and checked there.  By this time the car was too hot for the kitten and I took the carrier out and found a cool shaded place then continued to search.  I empted the car, in the search.  No luck. I was hot now, as it was mid to upper 80's out.  I had water with me, thankfully.  I thought how easy it would be to die of heat stroke if you had to work in the heat and had no shade or cold water.

Eventually I found the keys hidden by dirt that had got kicked over them beside one of the traps, just like usual, when I can't find them.

The little girl tabby kitten isn't very wild.  She likes being syringe fed KMR, like a baby, although she's six weeks or so old.  She likes Clover, who is in the bathroom still, til after the 4th is over, but Clover is not so sure about her.    I gave her a first vaccine, flea treatment and worming right off.   This morning I pick up two more they caught last night.  I'm trying hard to find a rescue with room for them.  Keitha's Kitties took the first five from that colony, since they actually got the call for help about it.  But they're full now.

Here are the two I picked up this morning, that the neighbors trapped last night.  Gray tabby girl and gray boy.