Bad Day

 I've been resting as much as I can to combat the exhausting last two weeks I've had.  Yesterday, however, was a bad day.

Someone posted in a Lebanon group asking about TNR (trap, neuter, return).    I thought ok maybe I should come out of my shell a little and respond with my website so I did, with other information on getting it done for themselves.  

Who should pop up making comments, and saying she'd TNR'ed dozens of cats?   A woman who gave me a lot of trouble a few years ago, when Vicki was still alive, at a trailer park.  The drama and lies and fights with other residents had become too much for Vicki, who then asked if I could come help.   Which turned into hell for me. It was so sad for the cats, too.   

This comment of hers, along with knowledge of what went on there, the pain she caused, triggered me to ask if she was now taking cats in for spay neuter. One can always hope she'd changed, you know, and if she hadn't changed and was now taking credit for what she didn't do, that was just wrong, given the pain she caused there while we were doing it.  Don't tell me I shouldn't have done it.  She needed called out on it.   But people do not seem to change and she began slamming back comments trashing me to the community.  Same old person.  

It got me to thinking about some of the cats in that trailer park, who stood no chance and those left behind when people moved out.   And I couldn't get them out of my mind the rest of the day.  I was angry too that I have to deal with this kind of bs after helping her out so much, stuffing deep inside the crap she and others there threw at me to do it.

I don't know if people understand the trauma this kind of thing causes those trying to help cats, who actually care about each one of those cats, think of them as individuals deserviing of life and respect as living beings.  What kind of people crap on people helping them out free of charge?

I had a difficult time getting the paperwork sent to me for the Siamese kitten from Waterloo.   My friend in WA wanted to adopt her, but us trappers do not get the paperwork when we take them to the FCCO.  The Waterloo woman did want her to get a home.  But she was difficult those days after the clinic, and wouldn't take the time to send it.   I ended up begging her to do this one little thing since I'd done all the work to catch the mom and six kittens then house them before and after surgery, drive them clear to Portland.  I didn't return the cats until Friday.  The kitten went home with my friend, who drove all the way down from WA, on Thursday, when I could barely function from exhaustion.   I felt humiliated for begging for the paperwork without response.  Finally Sunday morning, she sent the paperwork.   Kitten is already purring for my friend.   Made me happy!   I know she is safe and will get everything she needs to be happy.

But do I want to go through the misery of trying to get that woman to communicate to get the cats where she works fixed?   She wants to fill the five spots I have in early August, with her workplace cats.  It's  usual that every time I help her with a cat I have to go find and catch the cat in the end myself.  It's no big deal to her if, in the end, she doesn't even try to contain the cats she had told me she wants to get fixed and the spots go to waste if I can't last minute late night go trap others somewhere.  But it bothers me to think there are a bunch of breeding cats who need fixed and could be fixed.  I'll see if she calls me, with a plan of action to catch them.  If not, forget about it.

Sometimes I feel like a laughing stock, like a fool, doing all this extreme work, for people who are abusive, apathetic and who then just make fun of me afterwords.  There's a lot of entitlement around here.  I'm unable to get over my enthusiasm for getting cats fixed ,however.  I probably never will get over it.

 I'm a simple person.  I actually care about the cats of this area.   I want to make their lives better.  There's no big behind the scenes conniving over it or conspiracy or danger or money making.   There are obstructions between me and the cats, to get it done.  Those obstructions are people, who can't see its really quite simple if they'd just shut up, follow instructions, follow through and do it. Help or get out of the way. Or I'll move on.

Adding this video I found on my phone from the fourth.  The house behind the house across the street, facing the street just beyond, has people who every year shoot off illegal fireworks.  This year was no exception.   Didn't realize I caught one of their firework misadventures on my camera that very loud night.   I was deleting photos and videos since my storage limit is about to happen and found it.

For some reason, it made me laugh.  Looks like they nearly blew themselves up.  That shouldn't make me laugh.  It's short because I think I ran for cover, thinking the mess might expand.