All Night

 I didn't expect good luck catching cats at the trailer park.  There are two left needing caught.

They're fed two places four trailers apart.   But no one there to check the traps.  The octogenarians go to bed at 8:00.  The other trailer involved, a girlfriend stops by to care for it while her man friend is on vacay.

The second time I drove back to check the trap, I had been lucky and caught the second torti teen.  The first torti teen I caught and had fixed had, days later, been hit and killed by a car.   I also caught a long hair black female, who was fixed (Stranger) and the black tux boy kitten (Scatter).  But there was still the mom cat who has not been seen in awhile, and the other torti teen.  At least the torti teen is caught.  Mom may be at her original colony, on the street behind the trailer park.

The woman who feeds that colony has appointments to get more fixed.  

Anyhow, it is what it is.  I went and checked at 11:p.m.--nothing.  I checked at 2:30 a.m.--nothing.  I would go to bed, fully clothed, set the phone alarm, jump up in a haze, go directly to the car, drive over, check it, come home, be back in bed all in under 30 minutes.   I checked it at 4:30 too, nothing and again at 8:00 a.m.   Nothing again.  Now the lady on the street behind is checking.  The 8:00 a.m. check was really at 9:00 a.m. because we turned our clocks back last night.

If the mom isn't seen I'll have to trust the lady on the street behind will catch her eventually.

I'm not going to let it bother me one bit.

It rained so hard yesterday!!  It was unbelievable.   I went to feed the cats for the Lebanon lady, unsure if she had regained ability to drive, and ran into her over there, so was able to return her parking pass.  She was walking fine too, with a cane.  

I had to get home then and get the two adult cats out of the cage into a carrier together and meet up in Salem with Silverton Cat Rescue barn team.   They had a barn home for them.    That took longer than expected.  The teen boys kept going into the carriers, with one of the adults.  But eventually I had the right cats in one carrier.  They are all very laid back and tolerated the shuffling.  Off went Abby and Slabbo to a new barn home.  Sure will beat living along the side of that killer road in the berry vines and trash.

I think the two teen boys left want to be tame.  

Today I need to do some catch up.