Trivial Life

 The trivial day to day of life goes on here. 

 The rain stopped.   We're supposed to have a couple days decent weather then a plummet into the 60's with more rain for a couple days, and after that, fair weather.

SCR had barn homes open and the trailer park was still on the list.  I dreaded tackling it, but HCC is spending over $100 a month supporting them on cat food.   If we could get a bunch out of there into barn homes, might make it plausible for the rest.   

Filling one barn home wanting four cats seemed just so easy, for a lady feeding probably 25 or more.  They're all fixed.  Sure its a mix of owned and wild but by now she should know who is who.   I took her the drop trap last week and told her to get at it.   

But she really wasn't into it.  I have yet to meet someone there who is, or who gets up before 10 a.m.  She did catch two little tame teens, owned, but she argued they should go anyway, because their people don't care for them.  That is very true--they don't.  But tame teen cats aren't good matches for barn homes that want mousers.   Nor can I snatch known to be owned cats.  I'm no cat theif.   

Finally she caught one of the wild ones--Butterfly, who spent time in my garage with her half sisters Sequoia and Willow last November, before all three were fixed.   I thought maybe she was on a roll.   She'd decided to catch Black Mama, who is wild and is the mom of Butterfly.   I went over when she said she'd caught Mama, and that she now was under the drop trap, to transfer her out to a live trap.   

Didn't seem quite right.  The cat wouldn't budge from just sitting, looking shocked, in middle of drop trap, when I was transferring.  I had to push her into the live trap.   I should have realized then this was a tame cat but the feeder was going on and on about how sad she was to see Mama go, cooing at her how much she'd miss her, a lot of shit like that.  I took her home and added her to the other three, two of whom would be returning (the tame teens).   

It was then I realized this is a completely tame cat.  I knew instantly it belonged to a lady two trailers down.  But how did someone not realize that who sees them all day every day?   Hell if I know.  This morning, defeated, knowing that lady would never catch three more of the wild ones today, for the four cat barn home, to go with Butterfly, I took all four back (Butterfly and the three tame ones) and collected my drop trap in defeat.

I felt guilty when I contacted the barn cat team, to let them know there would be no cats from the trailer park for the transport tomorrow to the 4 cat barn home, and that the trailer park should be removed from their wait list.   They were nice about it.

So life goes.   You win some you lose some.   I'll try to figure  out a way to get cat food to them.   Everything has gone so expensive.

The backyard mow sent my right knee, already inflamed, still from the pt for my back, into another sphere of inflamed pain, up several notches.  It hurts most at night.  It's swollen.  But its not unstable, so I assume this will go away.  I might use crutches for a week.  There's nothing like weight off something most of the time, to let something like an inflamed tendon heal.  I use my knee brace off and on, and also ice whenever I'm sitting.  

Meanwhile, as for the trailer park cats, I've already let it go.  My mind is out at a mountain lake, not here anymore.  I might be here physically but I've drifted off.  My body is sure to follow.