Five More, Plus

 I went over to the trailer park late morning yesterday.  It had been down in the low 20's the night before and finally unfroze.  

I set up the drop trap in one lady's front area and sat across the street in a chair provided by another resident.    She gave up after awhile and went back to her place--too cold, she said.  The other lady left too.  I then moved the drop across the street to my side out in the grass.

The only one left unfixed where the drop trap had been was a teen black.   The other six hanging out there are now all fixed.

It wasn't long before I began picking them off, one by one, with the drop trap, the unfixed ones.  I caught a massive male I named Megatron.  Black tux.  I caught a little black tux too, who turned out to be a girl, named her Cottontail, for the records.  And then two more blacks, both young adults.  Flopsy and Mopsy.  Silverton Cat Rescue barn team will try to place the three young adults.

I picked up a kitten at another trailer.  There are four in all there.  She also has a bunch of unfixed dogs.   I told her to look up PAL, a Salem nonprofit that helps get dogs fixed.   

She told me the kitten was a girl.  I knew it wasn't but I said nothing.

I went home with the kitten and the four wild things for the five Salem appointments today.  There are no more appointments for the trailer park.  I"ve tried and tried to get folks to request appointments at the FCCO and or OHSS, since that's what needs to happen to get more.  I can't make more myself.   Rules, you know, at the clinics.

One resident has made all the FCCO and OHSS appointments for the cats fixed thus far.   But she's tired of it.  Rightly so.   

For now I can't do anything more there.   I returned the kitten and she'll keep him inside.  The big boy goes back tomorrow and the other three remain here for SCR placement.

After I took the cats to the clinic, I went to try to catch that lone Siamese way out the rural road.  This time I saw the cat but it never went for a trap.   I waited three hours.   Then I went to the park.  The residential lady said Poof, the buff bobtail long hair, is pregnant.  I had my doubts.  Looks male to me.  And these folks are known for not being able to even describe a cat by color, so I wasn't particularly believing them.  But I don't want anymore kittens born in the briars at the park.  Poof got dumped there months ago.  

 You got to have a parking pass to not be in violation at the park now.   Those cost $9 a day.   I don't have one.  So I circled through fast and saw the cat.  I looked around for park employees, didn't see any, set a trap, waited ten minutes, caught the cat, grabbed the trap and took off.  Whew!!!!   Doesn't matter I'm volunteering.  Not to the county.  

Poof's tail is really distinctive.  Looks like a hairy water fountain.   

Here are the five who were fixed today from the trailer park.

Cottontail, a girl, black tux

Mopsy, a girl

Flopsy, a boy

Megatron, a black tux huge boy

Atlas, a boy kitten

Here's Poof.  Since I was told its a pregnant she, the clinic agreed to work in Wednesday.  

Super beautiful Poof

I get home tonight and get a text, the first one in some time, from the Lebanon feeder lady.  Shes reprimending me for not telling her I would feed that Siamese out there, that it could have spared her a trip out.  WTF!!!  She never told me she was still feeding, in fact she said the opposite.   And she hasn't answered a call or text.  Not even about finding Moxie dead, a cat she fed.   She only texts me when  she wants something of me.   I responded it was up to her now, that I would not be back out there, and that I'd spent hours on three occasions trying to catch a cat that was being fed, because she'd told me she was "letting that spot go".   At least I'm done with it and at least she told me she's still feeding.   And I know why I couldn't catch that cat.