The Transporter

 Today I'm just a transporter.   Karen from Portland brought down a cat from a large colony her group helped with.   Unfortunately a lot of them needed expensive dentals.   They use a clinic up there, but the last one needing a dental couldn't get in for quite some time.

So they scheduled her at Radpets in Corvallis but don't have volunteers that don't work, so asked if they brought her down, could I transport and pick her up after her dental.

I agreed to do it since I have nothing else going on til next week, cat wise, around here.   Karen was here with her early evening and I took her over to RAD this morning.  I'll pick her up at 3:00 and Karen will come down this evening to get her.   She'll get to go back to her friends and familiar location after she recovers.

Her name was simply Cat Number 13.  But I called her 13, since every cat needs a proper name.

She's very pretty.

I had to find my ice scraper this morning.  Turned cold and my car was covered in ice.

But now the sun is out and  just seeing the sun makes me happy.  Happier, that is.  I had such a nice evening cuddling with my delightful old cats while reading in bed last night.  I thought "wow, this is the life."

I'm drying out, or trying to dry out, the carpet pad in leaky new old car.  The leak is no longer but the mildew smell is worse than the cat car smell.  Pulling back the carpet to expose the pad underneath, that got wet, really exposed the smell too.  Yuck!   I doused the whole area in baking soda and run the heater on high to help the drying process along.  Just what I need--another smelly old car.   

Lovely eh?   Carpet pulled back, baking soda everywhere, glove box still out and in the back of the car somewhere.  It'll get dried out and I'll kill the mildew off and put everything back together.  It's a process.

I could smother that side for awhile in aromatic cat litter, the kind they've added fragrance to, which always makes me want to retch (those fake fragrances), and I may do that and use a clothespin on my nose.   I'll just say yuck again to emphasize my displeasure with fake fragrances.  I can't even walk the laundry soap aisle at Walmart, those smells are so overpowering and icky.

Yesterday at Walmart I passed a lady drenched in perfume of some sort.  After passing her and going down another aisle I could tell she'd been in that aisle too because she left behind that stench.

There are so many birds this winter eating at the feeder.   Usually in the winter the birds, all but a few, vanish.   There are Oregon Juncos (now with a new name but I go with the old one), English sparrows, finches, bushtits and the resident Scrub Jays, to name a few.  Only a couple Mourning Doves remain and they are the constant target of a relentless Coopers Hawk.