Yesterday

 I went to the park yesterday.  I was going to try to trap a new arrival, or at least newly seen, a torti.   We don't want more kittens born there.  Already this fall and summer, two pregnant females were dumped and had kittens, migrating up to residential to have them.  One had them in thick berry vines at the drug property and the other next door under a deck.   Got a total of 11 kittens and two females fixed from those two dumped pregnant.

Then there was Pumpkin, the year or two old orange tabby boy, now fixed at least, tame as can be, and I think torti is likely his sister.  Originally the feeder man and his dog saw four.  One of the four was taken away by someone, a man I'm told.   Another may have just been found at front of park and taken by someone and then Pumpkin and the torti.  So she'll be the last at the moment needing fixed.

There were too many people even though the weather wasn't great.   I saw her, but then two walkers came along and she ran into the brush.   I saw the last true park cats--Rocky and Cumi, who is now kind of old.  There's a third, TC, short for Trash Can Kitty, but he's moved over the hill mostly to eat at a lady's house in residential.  He's really fat and happy about it.

Well its fitting since originally she spotted him in the park and he would wait for her by a trash can to be fed, hence his name.

Saw these mushrooms while there

I turned my back on the river while there.  Couldn't take seeing it that filthy.  Hurts.

Cumi is hard to see as he is a very dark brown tabby tux and now older.  You need to know where to look.  I hadn't been to the park in awhile so I went looking to say hello.

Rocky is fairly well known at the park since he stands out with that bright buff yellow.

So a lady started seeing the torti often last few weeks and feeding her.  She says the cat is tame but getting shyer by the day.

I didn't even get a chance to try for her Saturday.  But the lady called me today, startling me by saying she caught the torti by hand, got scratched up but hung on and took her to her pickup up and turned her loose inside it.  She didn't have a carrier, just did it on impulse I guess.  

By this time I'd told the Halsey lady, with two more females, she could bring both up, since I have three spots tomorrow and another friend, whose partners son cares for a stray male and can bring him inside of his apartment if he gets fixed and vaccinated.   So Martin's going up too.

When getting a cat fixed, means he gets a home, that's awesome.   Top of the list cat then.

But my three spots were full so the torti couldn't get in tomorrow.  

Anyhow, I  have three more spots next Monday so the torti will get done then.  Meanwhile, the lady put her in a spare bedroom.  Says she purrs a lot (probably from stress) and hides but was once tame.

She took this photo of the torti awhile ago, when she first started seeing her.

There's a meeting about the reservoirs tomorrow night, but its early and I won't be able to make it clear to Sweet Home after picking up the cats who will be up at the clinic being fixed tomorrow.   There was an article in the Eugene paper about the state of the water, and Hasso Herring, the retired editor of our local paper, who has a website, put up another common sense commentary about it today.   

The mayor of Sweet Home is smart and found out the low water and mud is affecting two other endangered species and made that known and also made it known how in April, Sweet Home water won a blind taste test contest as best tasting in the state.  Now, it looks like diarrhea.   Anyhow, we shall see if common sense prevails or if a handful of fish crusaders can ruin what many many people love and rely on, to drink or, like myself, to get out and away on that once clean water.  Now I turn my back so I can't see what that beautiful river has become.  It makes me cry.