Two More Days of Break

 I was going to take a break.  Really.   

But up early, I decided to try for the Siamese out along that rural road.  Guess who fed her, since she was a kitten?  No, not me.  She'd be long out of that situation.   That darn Lebanon lady.

I'd caught the six she fed elsewhere along that road.  But there was one left at another place she fed along there.

Then about ten days ago she texted me.  I hadn't heard from her in a quite awhile.   Her truck broke down.  So she'd been borrowing her brother's truck.  Then it broke down.   She's got no money to fix her truck and her brother won't fix his.  So there you go, suddenly that poor Siamese, the only one left I thought, left to fend for herself.   What a horror.

Anyhow, so I went over this morning and set a trap for a couple hours.   I saw the Siamese but when she saw me she vanished into the brush.   Unfortunatley when I checked the trap a bit later, it was not her in it.  It was a big black male.  Strangely, with an eartip already.  Who is he, I wondered.

She'd mentioned she would see a black cat now and then down there.   Great.  Now what to do with him.  Working on that.

Last night the neighbors and I had a little party.  Spur of moment.  Was fun.  We got halfway through a game of yachtze then I think we forgot we were playing.   Wine was involved.  On my part, a quarter of a glass.  Or less.  I'm not into wine.  They were!  I can't handle the sulphates in wine.

I just did cleaning and watched something on TV this afternoon.   Lazied out.   I had put rural road boy in a large trap (he's a big cat) on a holding shelf.  Fish and Scooter are bonding well in the holding cage.  They leave Monday.  If rural road boy is still here he'll get the cage next.

Friday I delivered two drop traps to the Seven Mile colony.  They mostly trap their own there.  I helped them get 26 fixed last January and February but then one of the couple experienced health issues and I didn't even want to call them this summer because I thought she maybe had died.   But she called me in November and then got FCCO appointments finally for next week.  

The cats out there are beautiful.   Like models.

Rural Roadie

Here are some of Seven Mile cats needing caught: 

Pretty kitties!   Hope we can get most of them but like I said, fortunately they catch their own, for the most part.  I'll be transporting to Portland and providing traps.