Rain, Rain

 Rain, rain.  Go away.  But don't come back another day.  At least, not for awhile please.

I really need some sun.  Some warmth.

I drove up to Portland again today, (in the rain) to the FCCO, with cats.   Five in all from the big rural Lebanon colony that is oh so sad, too.  I was grogged.  Only a quick cup of coffee to take off the edge of up too late syndrome.  The culprit--the Survivor finale.  I was a good little freeway congestion driver---stared straight ahead or slightly to the side, trapped in the traffic clogs, eyes glazed over and dead looking.   I think the zombie look is really a good one for everyone behind the wheels of countless thousands of cars, trapped in tiny metal boxes as Sting put it in some song, on the freeway every morning and every night.  One of these days maybe I'll make myself up as a zombie before I make that drive.   It's just too fitting to resist. 

I don't know how many have been fixed from this one colony now.  The caretaker will trap, but nothing else, not get spots, not help find kittens help, not donate or anything.

I call it "the waiting to die" syndrome, that so many people seem caught up in.   By that I mean they never take care of terrible issues that could be rather quickly and easily solved and just let it go, let the problems get larger, sit uselessly and watch it happen.  Lawnchair lifenappers.   I also call it Wishlist for my Personal Jesus syndrome.  Self explanatory.  They want saved.  By someone else.  From themselves.

Enough! with my problems, which include, as a hobby, making up names for things.

She caught a six month old little girl cat with four tiny kittens.   So, to get her fixed, the kittens had to have a savior, who could bottle feed.  Karen K volunteered, after I asked, with guilt.  With guilt because she's retired from fostering, for good reasons.  But she said yes to it.  In the meantime, the  vet tech took teen mom over to the Corvallis clinic where she works and she got fixed yesterday.  My little nonprofit paid the bill.  Now she's with her kittens at Karen's.  Don't know if she wants to be.  She should be chasing butterflies, not having kittens.  Too young.

Baby's babies.  Four of them.  All tabbies.

Here are the five I picked up from the lady last night, then drove to Portland this morning.  I don't know their sexes.

Saturday I'm going out to a rural barn, with 20 or so unfixed ones, but a vet student is on top of it, and that makes me confident it will get done.  Vet students are the best.  I'll just be loaning them traps, maybe help out trapping. They got the appointments and will transport.  So that's a relief!

It will possibly be nice this weekend.  The promise is out there, you brave weather folks predicting sun for our holiday weekend.   I'm counting on it.  I got the kayak fee paid,  for if your boat or floatee is ten feet or longer--pay up, to the state, $20!!!  Or so. And somehow be ready to display it to a deputy in a boat or else!@!!!   But mister deputy, this is a sit on top kayak that takes on a lot of water, I couldn't keep it dry.   Ha!   I think that money I pay for the little permit also vanishes into the wind.  You know what I could do with $20?  Well, not really much anymore.  I could, in my little efficient car, go to Portland, and back, with 20 cats who would return fixed and vaccinated.  That I could do.  And you know how that works, how that tiny act completely alters the future, down so many tangents, for the better in preventing zillions of future cats from being born.   $20 will do that in my hands.  What does the state do instead with my $20 I pay them for the privilege of paddling around on public waterways?   No clue.

In other news, I saw the ODOT highway signs on the way up this morning about a missing 80 some year old woman from West Linn.  Her car has been seen along the coast.  She has cognitive issues.   Immediately I thought of that encounter last Saturday with the older woman at Winco.  I can't say if it was her or not from the photo.  I told the story of the encounter on the West Linn police post about it and said if they wanted to know time of the encounter, that would be easy because there were a bunch of Albany police cars out front of the store at the time.   Later I had read online they were engaged in a high risk traffic stop.  Anyhow, I have no idea if it was her or not.  It was a  day after her car would have been spotted on the coast, allegedly heading south, first in Lincoln City, then in Florence.  So its unlikely it was her.