Our weather is far from August normal lately.
After the brief heat wave, it went to predicted extreme rain, which didn't happen, but misty cloudy weather has happened. Tomorrow is to be the last day of it and couldn't come soon enough.
I know summer is on the wane and its scary to think of months of gray and damp coming soon to an Oregon town near you.
Some people love it depressing. They like the low pressure. By that I mean, when its yucky and icky outside, life devolves to be the least you can be mentality very quickly.
I hope to immediately head out, once cats over being fixed today go home to their people tomorrow.
To where? I don't know--anywhere.
For the day, or a couple days. It's simple for me to head out for just one night, since the cats can be here two nights alone without any problem. I have if anything too many litter boxes.
Throw the sleeping blankets in the back, toss the kayak in too, and off I go.
Takes no planning or ta do, for a one nighter. A two nighter, maybe a cooler goes too.
I was overjoyed to see the line of people outside Radpets clinic this morning. So many cats and dogs getting fixed there. They are wildly popular. Why not? They're affordable. There's nothing that can make me happier than seeing so many people lined up to get their pets fixed. It's probably like winning the lottery to other people.
I named those four Waterloo kittens. Juble, Jetty, Jambo and Jingles. The mom already had a name--Cinnamon.
The Brownsville man only got the outside kitten caught who is tame. I had asked him to try to get one or both of the pregnant females and he put maybe 30 minutes into trying, mid day too, which is useless. The orange tabby boy is cat 31 fixed there. He asked me, as I left, does it ever end, does anyone ever get them all? I almost laughed. Well, I said, it doesn't happen by magic. You have to work at it.
Yeah, like that will happen.
Maybe he thinks elves will come in the night and get it done.
Around here, I'm the night elf cat trapper.
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| Little Guy, the 31st cat fixed from the Brownsville colony. He looks big in the guy's small dirty carrier but he's quite small, maybe 3 lbs. Maybe. |
Little Guy is so cute. I hope he finds a good home. Have fun on your time away.
ReplyDeleteI don't do adoptions. It's up to Mr. Conspiracy Theory to do that. he goes back tomorrow.
DeleteEnjoy wherever you end up.
ReplyDeleteThanks, I will.
DeleteI mean, getting them all done is the goal, of course. If more would help and not complain...
ReplyDeleteThey need to help themselves. They live there and could easily, if they'd follow directions, feed in that trap I left them, and use the bottle and string method mornings to catch the stragglers. But they won't put effort into it. I do not understand people like that, but sure are a lot of them.
DeleteYou, an elf? I can go with that. The orange tabby looks to have the posture and expression of an elf's cat--if not an actual elf cat.
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