Big Day for a Little Kitten

 I wasn't going to get involved with the Cascadia colony.   It's an older tiny Asian woman I can barely understand and she first called me last week, and left a message I could not understand, but something about a mom cat and kittens needing gone from where she lives in a camp trailer up in Cascadia.  The other cats she has are already fixed.

I'd gone up last week, but it was too hot to trap for kittens.   She'd called KATA over and over she said because way back, before the other cats were fixed, Vicki, KATA's founder, always came to help when she called before and had gotten the other cats fixed for her.  Vicki is dead she realizes now.  She got my number from somebody, I don't know who. 

It made me nearly cry to remember Vicki, suddenly, again.  And to know yeah, Vicki would have immediately helped Shorty, the old woman, out and gotten these kittens.   

I got my head bitten off to even mention Shorty's plight to a KATA volunteer so I just shut up about it and went up there this morning and set a trap and caught one of the two kittens is all but at least I got one.  People in rescue are stressed out right now and sure don't want someone like me suggesting they take another pair of kittens.

After awhile I couldn't take Shorty's constant yabbering that I couldn't even understand, and I told her I couldn't handle it, that it was me not her since I never really talk to other humans, and I left.  I went over to the state park and sat for awhile and talked to the kitten in the trap and finally I went and talked to some of the homeless folk I've trapped for in Cascadia, near the first bridge and after that I went back to Shorty's place and told her I was going home.  I showed her how to set the traps and left it to her to catch the other kitten.

At home I took out the kitten from the trap, and he was tired by now, and vaccinated him and flea treated him and wormed him.  Then I took a nap with him wrapped up in my arms and my big torti Starry's butt in my face.  When I woke up the kitten seemed already tame.  

I put out an online plea for the kitten's placement, and the Keizer lady, who had taken in the mom and teen boys from behind the LEbanon gas station, said she'd take him.  So I packed him up and took him to Keizer, to her workplace.  She took him inside and reported later by text the branch named him Gizmo and she was sure he'd have a home in no time at all.

That little kitten, from the bushes of Cascadia, had a big day today, that's for sure.

Vicki, I'm pretty sure you're laughing about this story.