Day of Rest

 Last night, late, a Sweet Home friend called me.  It surprised me, but I answered.  I was deep into watching Season 3 of the Great American Baking Show, which is the same as the British baking show but with Americans.

There's something so relaxing and civil about this show.  No yelling at the bakers.  Silly jokes which make me laugh....I really like it.

My friend feeds a bobtail male cat outside.  She was convinced he was already fixed, until a new cat showed up and was obviously in heat.  Then PK, her hopefully fixed outside kitty, began mounting the new arrival.   I think she panicked, being a spay neuter advocate, and set her trap over the panic.  Friday night is not a good night to trap.   Then she suddenly realized she should close the trap but PK was in it.

Her trap is huge.  Her house is small and she has five cats already.  I said "bring him over".  I immediately regreted saying that, being so worn out still.

Over she came.  She got here near 11:00.  For a long while we attempted to manuever the monstrous trap so I could see from underneath if he had balls.   I'd set up a cage, which was hard on my back.  But in the end we could not manuever that huge trap to get him into the cage.  She took him back home with her.  I did get a good look and saw he does have balls.  They were hard to see because he tucked his short tail down over them.  

PK's balls

I don't know if she released him or put him in an outdoor catio she has but hasn't used yet.

She'll need to catch her latest show, the in heat girl.

The cage is still up.   A lot of chores did not get done today I'm happy to admit.

I returned the three cats this morning by 9:30, to two places.  I left a trap at Brighty and Mimi's place, set up with a string holding the door open run up and over the smooth plastic handle of a garbage can, then tied off around a high rung of a ladder near the door into the house.  The lady is going to attempt to get the second pregnant one she feeds in it, by feeding wet food in the trap today and hoping she'll go in for wet food in the morning.  Then she'll cut the line that holds the door of the trap open (and she laid scissors right on a ladder rung).  I tried to make it easy for her.   Usually I'd have had her feed in the trap a week before trying that but we don't have a week and all my traps had been in use.  I have two appointments Monday in Salem.  It's a lot easier to catch most of the cats at one time, but we didn't have the appointments for this colony, so we are instead trying to selectively catch the girls first.

Then I drove another couple of traps to the next colony I'll help trap.  It was only a few minutes from this one.  Nice folks there.  One cat already has five darling two week old kittens.  They rigged the mom and kittens a rainproof bed on their deck and mom so far is taking good care of them.  She won't be going to be fixed and now they think a second female has had kittens off somewhere too.  They'll feed for a few days in those two traps before we try to trap for the next FCCO trip with the cats of that colony.

I was home near 11:00 a.m. and after that I just vegetated basically, napping in my chair in my robe.   I  watched the last 3 episodes of this latest season of Great American Baking Show.  It was featured free on roku.  How I love Roku and all their free channels and offerings.

I had ice packs on my back, neck, shoulder and knee off and on.

No chores outside of litter box cleaning will be done.   

It's now almost 8:00 p.m. and I'm roasting up some vegetables for dinner.

I played around with pictures on my phone too.  My phone will outline animals or faces or anything in photos and you can then cut them out of the photo.

Here are a few:

This is that sweet little kitten from Bellinger Road, sent to me by the rescue who took him in.

Slinko and Teddy

Mimi, who was fixed yesterday, and the bobtail female who is already fixed.  They were sitting on the driveway.

This was taken from a photo of the Waterloo colony I caught and took to be fixed last fall.

Anyhow, what fun, eh?