Ten Boys

 I had a ten boy weekend.

All four the vet student caught down in Harrisburg were big boys.

All five I caught out in Crabtree---also big boys.  Well one, Peaches, wasn't that big.  But the rest were.

Can you imagine the smell from all these unfixed boys?

They're all back to where they came from now.

The mystery Albany boy, well he did already have an ear tip.   A fixed boy.  Only six pounds and very small in size, too.   The lost cat people said he wasn't theirs, despite their proximity to where he was trapped and looking just like their lost cat.   Their lost cat, however, they said, was a large cat, not tiny like this boy.  And then the clinic threw me a bombshell by saying his ear tip was extremely recent, too recent in fact, for them to update vaccines even.   And that staff remembered when he came in, although not the specific date, due to that gorgeous unusual gray ruff and no idea who could have brought him in.

Reluctantly, I took him back to where he was trapped.  They take good care of him.  I have no idea who took him in recently, when he initially got that ear tip.  Neither do the people taking care of him.   All a big mystery.  I so much wanted it to be the lost cat and he could go home and all that happy ending stuff.

I wore myself out managing ten extra cats and their people, pickups, drops offs, calls.   I'd also been getting emails from some man wanting cats off his property despite me explaining I don't do removal, only take cats who are cared for, wanted, to be fixed, then return them to same place.   He wanted me to call him however.  I didn't.  I don't like exposure to possible emotional blackmailers, where people threaten to harm cats if I don't agree to remove them all, whether they could belong to neighbors or not, such people don't care.  Or to a barage of garbage from cat haters.   Happens too frequently and I can't handle it anymore.   I don't like people who try to make their problem into my problem and my responsibility to solve.  People like that are self serving lazy scum.   So if someone doesn't want help getting cats fixed, we have nothing to talk about--goodbye.  I don't know what that man wanted, exactly but apparently what he didn't need was cats fixed.  I don't have time to deal with everything.

Last night, I collapsed into my couch and resorted to flicking the feather tipped wand toy and oh my gosh, Little Dragon and Smudge outdid themselves leaping and twisting in their attempts to catch the feather.   I laughed and laughed watching them.  Best medicine ever!

Today is clean up day--laundry, trap cleaning.   This weekend I hope to finish off that big Lebanon colony.  Five more that I know of need caught for fixing there.  Just five more.  Already 29 caught, five of whom are no longer there.  Two were euthanized due to FIV and illness, while three others went to homes.  I dropped off one of those three in Keizer to two woman, volunteers with another group, who wanted him, as a companion to a girl they have, then the colony caretaker found homes for two others.   I imagine she will gradually find homes for many of the others too, now that all are fixed.

Anyhow, I feel good about helping get all those cats done.   The Crabtree folk got FCCO appointments for the rest of their colony.  The date is only two weeks off too.  And there's a Lebanon lady willing to take them up and pick them up.  That too is great!  All I have to do is catch them.  Now that I can do.