Today's Cat Fixes

 Well, as usual, here are the photos of the cats being fixed today.

Also, may I say, its raining again here.   I want some serious sun!

The vet student was at it again, down where she lives, in a Harrisburg trailer park.  Before today's fixes, she's caught 6 there, five boys and one girl.   This time around, we don't know sexes other than Maria is a girl and Errol is a boy.  

Errol, a big brown tabby boy

Maria

Piper

Tuxedo Brown

Tyler.  This guy has a URI and is very small, maybe six or seven months is all.

She isn't sure how many more need fixed.  Five at least she says, but probably more.   11 will now have been fixed there, at least.  She and her husband had already named the five going to be fixed today, so I didn't even have to do that.

Not only did Shadow finally get caught, the last unfixed cat at the ditch colony, but the feeder man had called me to his RV shed.  He'd been feeding a black and white male there, and wanted him fixed.   He'd locked the cat into his small shed.  I went in, heard him meowing from a corner and coaxed him out, brought him home.  But in better light, I realized he is already fixed.  So I wormed him and took him back.  The RV man calls him Stranger.

Stranger, the tame neutered male, looks just like most of the other colony cats, only he's tame and fixed, albeit quite skinny.

Shadow, the last unfixed colony cat, is headed to the Homeward Bound clinic to be fixed today.  The other five went to Whs in Salem.   

Slinko has really been crying out again, when he tries to eat, and I'm so happy that his May 2 appointment got moved up to next Monday.  They had a cancellation so were able to get him in sooner.   I accidentally touched the front of his upper mouth when petting him two nights ago, which sent him into spasms of crying out and jaw working pain.   Oh how I hope this vet can get the problem solved.

Gigi, the neighbors cat who thinks she's my cat, has seen a surge of spring energy last few days.  But she also wants on my lap constantly.  No problem Gigi.   I love her.

I drove the back roads back from the clinic this morning, as I often do now, to avoid freeway traffic.   I drove through Marion, where Karen lived.  She died a couple years back, just suddenly.  She had a lovely property there in Marion that she kept up so beautifully. She was an excellent gardener.  After her husband died, she turned the huge shop he'd used for restoring old cars, into a holding space for feral cats awaiting barn placement.  She had these huge huge cages on tables all over.  They were incredibly excellent and comfortable holding cages.   

I miss Vicki too, whom I'd known for over two decades and who founded and ran Kitty Angel Team Adoption.   KATA wilted after she died suddenly and folded permanently this last December.   Vicki's death leaves a hole in my life and was a great loss also for area cats.  I no longer see any of the former KATA fosters I knew either.   It's a big loss I feel over it, in terms of human contact too, and community.

I miss Jim too, who also died suddenly a couple years ago.  I didn't see much of Jim after he got onto facebook and dove down a rabbit hole of falling in love, apparently, online, with a much younger woman from the Phillippines who was working in the middle east.   But Jim remained one of my staunchest defenders online.  I miss him.   I miss Autumn, who died of breast cancer.  Well, really she died of side affects of the chemo drugs she was on, that proved toxic to her heart and lungs.  And I miss Corliss, my best friend for 20 years, who died suddenly of a stroke in November.    I was thinking about them all last night and how fragile life is, how suddenly a person can be gone.  That was after the news and visions of the war in Ukraine and so many good people and children losing their lives senselessly.   

I heard this morning that Will Smith punched Chris Rock at the Oscars.   I have mixed opinions on that.  Rock insulted Smith's wife, on a national stage, over her shaved head.  She shaved it because of a medical condition.   That's a low blow to do on a national stage and I am not a fan of Rock's humor or mouth.  Getting out of his chair to run up on stage and punch someone is quite an extreme public and violent reaction to a perceived verbal slight.  I think it would be hard to sit still and listen to a loved one made fun of in public myself, however.  I would have very publicly stood up, and walked the hell out of there, maybe, or, when it was my turn, winning best actress, hahaha, I'd rake Rock over the coals verbally myself.  I don't think the two men have ever liked each other much.  Take it down an alley next time, guys, please.

The ducks are back.  Every spring the pair returns.   

And in sad news, my back drawer camera again began to underexpose photos, especially those taken outside.   I don't know why.  The other camera, now in the back of the drawer, overexposes photos, til they're almost white.