Three Down

 I had a long day.  I left at 10:00 to return the five cats to Cascadia.   Check.

I had to get each of the five, who were in my bathroom, enjoying life there, into a carrier and carry out to car. 

I didn't bother to unload the two traps someone returned at the clinic when I was there.

I got to Cascadia just after 11:00 and the cats were so happy to be back home.  I also gave him two bags of dry food and some wet food.

On the drive back, I nearly had a heart attack.  I came around a corner, and here came a red SUV, right in my lane, head on.   The pickup the SUV was passing, in a dangerous place, had hit his brakes and I had to slam on mine, no time to be scared.   The combination of both of us hitting our brakes allowed the speeder to get back in his lane.  What an ass, to be willing to kill people to exceed the speed limit, pass dangerously and save a few seconds of time.

After that, I felt lucky to be alive.

First stop, the park.  I fed two places near there, then went to another place, and was there awhile.  The torti kitten I'd seen was there, hanging out with a huge orange tux tom.   

So four at this location need fixed.

I set up one of the traps.  Why not I thought.  This was before I realized the torti was with the tom.  I set the trap where I'd seen the torti then went ahead and fed the tom and the black teen.  No sign of the tabby teen.  

A bit later, I heard a ruckus and looked, and two other adult cats were making noise coming through the brush but darted back in when they saw me.  One or both may be Growler and her adult daughter.  They are long fixed.

I went and sat on a big knob of stump and watched some news articles on my phone.  I heard a noise then, looked up and saw a drone coming by.  I waved at it.   Then went and talked to the droner.  I asked how high his drone would go and he sent it straight up, fast.  Let's just say it can go very high.  I asked how much it cost and he said $1000 and I was flabbergasted.  Who can afford that?  Apparently he can.  

He was on a fancy electric bike too, so....

This guy needs fixed

So does his little torti friend

Off to other places where Lebanon Lady feeds.  I decided to try for the two teens.  I almost caught both, but homeless folks kept arriving in cars, or on bikes.  Some with dogs.   It was frustrating.

One of them knew me.  I knew her too.   I'd helped her grandma get tons fixed in Lebanon.  She'd been taken over by drug addict relatives and their friends and eventually the drug house was bulldozed.  Then later I helped her with cats at another homeless property, then another.  Now she had one of the teens from the brush she'd tamed when a kitten and wanted it fixed.   

I took her number.   Meanwhile, I caught the black tux teen.   I named him Pokey.   The skunks were out in force too.

Pokey

Then I caught the big huge male she'd first seen a mile farther down.  Now here he was and went straight into a trap, in front of the other teen.  Shoot, I thought, but he needs fixed too.

I named him Slabo, since the lady who feeds calls this the slabs.

Slabo is very large

I kept trying to get the tabby tux teen, but the skunks were out and homeless folk everywhere.   I contacted the clinic to see if they could do any tomorrow by chance and they can!  I was by then lecturing the skunks as I chased them out of the trap.

I finally called the homeless lady, who was gone from the pullout and down in a camp somewhere in the large area, and asked if she wanted the cat done tomorrow and she said yes, but to give her a few minutes to find her.  Pretty soon she came up the trail carrying her.  I had a carrier set out for her, so I wouldn't spook the cat and she got her in it ok and gave me two extra numbers to try for Thursday morning when I bring her back.

Baby

Anyhow, I came home after that.  It was nearly 6:00 p.m. by then.   I'd been gone all day.

The three cats will get fixed tomorrow.   The teen tux Pokey won't return.  Debating on Slabo.  Big males are hard to hold but he really needs out of there too and gets along well with the teens.   I'll see what SCR says, if they can place a big huge male like that rather soon.   I need to catch the tabby tux teen, then I'd be good, except there's another tabby, darker, comes up from the woods there too sometimes.  But three down, two trapped and I'd known there was one in a camp so she'll be done.

I haven't heard a thing from the Lebanon Lady or any family members if the surgery went well, all that.  But its not unusual to hear nothing back from her anyhow, so I assume all is good.