Monday, March 27, 2017

Success! Nine More Cats Being Fixed

Despite the hard things going on, like the new ownership at the Sweet Home trailer park and what that means for the cats there, good things are happening also.  Usually life is a mix of roses and thorns.

Keep your bandaids ready, in life, I say.

Unless you're ungrounded to earth and its troubles, you'll need them.

Warriors for all causes need them too.

The computer chair critics and loungers rarely need them.

First up, the woman for whom I'd gotten four females fixed, in a Tangent trailer park, had a couple of new arrivals.  Got them both.  Both boys, one a massive boy.  I named the black tux Falcon and the big brown tabby--Atlas.  They're up being fixed at whs.


Along with these two, another from a Halsey stable, the 2nd, is being fixed.  He's huge too.  I named him Hercules.

I'd already dropped off a Corvallis boy, Pumba, at Heartland to be fixed today.  He's black and white and owned.
Pumba, a Corvallis boy, fixed now!

That was yesterday when I was there with Lebanon Felines First volunteer Chelsea.  She'd met me there with Remi, the calico relinquished from Mountain Shadows, so she could be tested, vaccinated and chipped before she goes into foster up in Beaverton.

Remi, now with Felines First
I took Chatty Katty, the calico from the Lebanon House colony, to be tested and chipped.  Felines First is taking her also.  Probably tomorrow.

I paid up too for Juliette's chip and test.  She was formerly known as Doodle, the gray tux girl from the Lebanon House colony, who went into foster after her spay with Felines First and now I hear, has an adoption interest.

Besides Pumba, being fixed today at Heartland, I took in three girls to be fixed too.   There was Aphrodite, a gray tux from a Lebanon trailer park who didn't like the carrier and cried loudly as I drove the three boys to Salem this morning, then the girls clear back to Heartland.  That can drive a person batty fast!

And there were two roommates cats from Signs of Victory.  One had my number because she camped out in Waterloo county park for awhile and the camp host gave her a kitten born in the park.  So that kitten, Laya, is getting spayed today, although now she's a likely in heat teen.   And the woman's roommate's cat, MJ, also a gray tux, is getting fixed.
Laya, formerly a Waterloo County Park kitten

MJ, also getting spayed today
Aphrodite, will be spayed today.  I bet she's quiet under anesthesia.

I thought that was it then, when Diana called to say she'd caught another big boy at the stables.  So she came to Heartland with him.  We named him Thor and he's rather obviously related to Hercules.

Thor, being fixed today at Heartland while his relative, Hercules, is fixed up at whs
Fran, who was bringing dogs to be fixed, asked me out to breakfast in Albany.  I wouldn't pass that up.  Diana came along too!  Then I get a call.  Two ladies who work near Freddies and were feeding cats behind where they work, had caught their girl.  They'd even bought a live trap so they could set it while they're at work.   She'd been recently seen having relations with a couple of black tux long hair boys, so getting her fixed was high priority.  They did it, they caught her, but didn't know what to do after that.  I rushed her over to Heartland, who graciously agreed to spay Elsie, the late comer, also.

Elsie!  None too happy.
Elsie will be going to live with one of the feeder ladies and not going back to her free wheeling life.

So that's the crew being fixed today.  Nine of them.    Good day for Linn County cats I'd say.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Chatty's Back

Chatty Katty, the friendly calico from the Lebanon House colony, spent a few days in Brownsville, while I prepared for inspection here, then returned yesterday to my bathroom.

She's waiting on a home or adoption placement and is no trouble.

She screams however when she sees another cat.  Like a demon!  She's not aggressive to other cats.  But when she sees one, at first, she does the scream, like "oh my gawd, what the hell!"

She is otherwise talkative and playful and loving.


I took the nine cats to be fixed Monday, got all returned except Annie, the black tux from the Lebanon House colony, who remained here in my garage in a cage, til Viv from Brownsville picked up both her and Chatty.   Annie will stay there, but Chatty only went for a couple days while I cleaned everything up and awaited the inspection, who came and went on Thursday.  The place is usually very clean anyhow, but the inspection gives me the excuse/desire to deep clean and fix anything broken.  It also gives me a reason to shut off the phone and be unavailable.

The bombshell then hit Thursday.   The most notorious trailer park in Sweet Home has been sold . The new owner, a Portland business, wants no free roaming cats or animals there and in a meeting Wednesday with tenants, announced they needed to keep their cats inside and their dogs on leashes.

Mountain Shadows has hundreds of animals, owned and not owned but fed, from cats to rabbits to dogs.  My heart sank when I heard the news.  That night, nightmares haunted my sleep.

I'd just gotten two more Mountain Shadows cats fixed in the nine fixed on Monday.  What would become of all the cats.   Most tenants there are not the type to keep their own cats inside, let alone fix them.  I got 60 fixed there last summer although I removed at least 20, probably closer to 30 in the end, of those cats.  There were not that many true ferals, but tame cats are often left behind there unfixed.  Then they breed.

Panic set in quickly with tenants.  Three called me.  So did other rescue groups as they heard.  Some went to the new owners meeting with tenants.

However, many tenants have not even heard about the new rule or are in denial it will ever be enforced there, not at Mountain Shadows, where anything goes.

I arranged with one tenant immediately to get out one tame pregant stray there.  She's in foster now.  I guess that's a start.

First things first.  I need to find Chatty a home or adoption venue.  She may go to Felines First Rescue, I just don't know yet.

After the repair job that cost a small fortune my car has been idling very badly at times, too slow, and shaking, trembling, thunking and sometimes will die if I don't hit the gas.  Back to youtube.  There were several suggestions offered for poor idle by youtube DIY mechanics, but the most common fix suggested was to clean the throttle body and plate.  So that's what I did.  Seems to idle better now, but I will see.

Throttle Plate visible by reflection in my little mirror

Duct off, and throttle body is visible middle left of photo, below transmission fluid dipstick.
I'm trying to keep the Catmobile on the road as long as I can.

Monday, March 20, 2017

The Parade That Never Ends

A parade of cats pass through my garage.

They're unfixed, yowling, scared, the boys are stinky, the girls, at this time of year, in heat or pregnant.

I try to put them at ease.  I offer them catnip and warm food.  What enemy would offer you these things?

I believe they each deserve their moment, a recognition of their life as a being on this planet.  So I photograph them and name them.  I wish them luck as they leave my care.  They will need it.

My own cats here put up with a lot.  The biggest boys' mere presence in the garage for a couple nights can set off pee marking amongst my own fixed boys.  But for the most part, they are used to it.

I don't think this parade will ever end.

We pass laws all around the real issue.  The real issue, the deepest darkest issue, is that cats need to be fixed.  So do dogs, and in this county, for sure pitbulls!  Pass that law, find a way to at least partially enforce it, and most of the others, which really are rarely enforced anyway, could be written off the books.

Nobody has the guts to confront regulating anything to do with reproduction.  Except when it comes to human females.

There's not a lot humans do that makes much sense.

Or is very efficient at solving a problem at hand.  People make money off unsolved problems you see.  Big bucks!

Today nine more cats paraded into and out of my garage, off to be fixed.  They come from three towns.

Four are from Albany.....

This monster, Goliath, is fed in a garage, and went into a trap in the night.

This little girl, Susie, was found in the parking lot of a farm store on a busy highway.

These two girls, Bear above, Rebel below, were born on a street with many many strays.  I was immediately wanting to jump into action to get the rest fixed, but they already are.  A neighbor took them in.  Relief!

Three other kitties are up being fixed from Lebanon, includnig that black tux girl, pregnant also, the sixth pregnant cat caught on that block alone.  I call her Annie.  She has had so many many litters in the past, there will be no more for her.
Kittens there are born with defects, I was warned, terrible ones, from the inbreeding and the cats if they survive, don't survive long.
Annie is done having litter after litter.  In fact, she's done with living under a house on the street and is going to the same place as Stoney, Pints and Maria.
Toulouse here is owned on that street, but free roams and is getting fixed.  Good thing.
Stinky found himself closed into a shop crammed with stuff.  Fortunately, STinky stinks to high heaven so the shop owner knew something was in there and set a trap and caught him.  I happened into Stinky's plight.  I was talking to a friend, when bored, out trapping elsewhere, and she told me a neighbor had a cat in a trap that badly needed fixed.  So Stinky is getting fixed.  But my car needs an odor overhaul after just hauling him to the clinic.
Two cats are from a Sweet Home trailer park.  Two women helped them out.

Kitty is an orange tabby girl.

Toby is a sweet gray tabby tux boy.  Both Kitty and Toby are also getting fixed.

These nine will parade back into my garage, to recuperate, then out again.  I'll clean everything up, the traps, the carriers, the bedding, the floor, to prepare for the next unfixed cat parade.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Altering the Future

It's hard to help cats.  Few people cat wrangle---round up cats simply to get them fixed.

Rescue is more popular than cat wrangling.  People love to see a happy ending, a sick or hurt or starving cat who was on the street now in someone's arms.   They open their wallets for that and the facebook "likes" are in the thousands.

Few can visualize happy endings, the likes of which I create every single time I get a cat fixed.  The happy endings mean no kittens born to die, born in berry vines or under disgusting moldy trash filled houses to starve or get terrible viruses that rob them of eyes or the ability to breath, sight unseen.  Few can visualize that if males get fixed then they are not as prone to fighting, so they're not breeding more unwanted kittens or getting and spreading terrible diseases like feline leukemia and feline aids.

But I see it.  I can see the future when I see an unfixed cat.  And I immediately want to change the future by altering the now.  Everyone can do this.   But its not an immediate gratification thing.  It takes hard work, long hours, frustrations, dealing with people who have multiple severe issues and may even be violent.

And it takes an eye to seeing the future and how you're changing the future.

Anyone can warp the future by changing today.  By fixing any cat.  This act creates a drastic change in the future, that affects generations of time along multiple pathways.

Take a moment to think about it.  Think about an unfixed female, sitting on a porch.  First think about driving on by.   Then think about the males that will arrive there, when she goes into heat, fighting, perhaps one has FIV, and begins to spread it to other males, who then go elsewhere to fight and spread it further.  think about her litter of kittens born.  Her family will give them away, but they're not fixed first either, and within months, each of those families has a cat who is either out fighting or birthing more litters.  Some end up at rescues, who are getting by this time multiple calls every day from people wanting them to take their unwanted cats or kittens or rescue or trap kittens peeking out of bushes or from under sheds because some of those kittens given away free will be left behind by their people.  If left behind unfixed, they will begin feral colonies.  That original female will have more litters who also will be given away or dumped at shelters or abandoned to turn feral.  What if even three people on every block didn't fix their cat?

Now turn the clock back.  You are driving by that house, and see that female.  You stop, offer to get her fixed.  The people agree to it.  You do it.  You've just changed the future.

Of course it would be even better if the people who owned that female would get her fixed.  In a perfect world, people would do that, be smart enough, unselfish enough.....

Yesterday I drove four of the drug house block cats up to the FCCO to be fixed. I was already tired and hoped to sleep in a parking lot somewhere, but my IBS was acting up and I was in severe ravaging pain.  I'd eaten cheese, and I can't eat cheese unless its aged cheese.  But I weakened and I ate cheese and I paid for it.  So the day was an endurance lesson.  Made rougher when my car suffered a flat tire.  I put on the donut in a parking lot.  A guy offered help after I'd jacked it up and loosened the bolts.   I'm entirely capable of quickly changing a tire, but with my stomach lurching I said "sure".   He finished removed the flattened tire and put on the donut.  I drove to Les Schwab then, and sat there for an hour and a half, watching people come and go, until they could get to fixing the flat.  I was grateful.

A sharp rock caused the flat.  Probably from the drug house street.  It's gravel.
All three black kitties were pregnant at spay.   Even the little tiny one, barely five months old.   All three also need a lot of food, to catch up on nutrition. The older calico who is tame was previously spayed.  Figured that would be the case but had to know for sure.
 She's chirps and talks.  She's now named Chatty Katty.

Today the boys, Buckwheat the young black tux and Doobie the Siamese, went off with Diana, to her home. She graciously offered to take them.   I am ever so grateful.
Buckwheat in the Tub this morning.  The boys (Doobie the Siamese and Buckwheat) are playing wildly.  They have buddied up.

 The three black girls, Maria, Pints and Stoney,  just headed off to their new home in Brownsville, leaving me with just the calico Chatty Katty, whom I hope to get into a rescue.  She's quite the character, talkative and funny but doesn't care much for other cats, even though she's sharing the bathroom with the boys.
Maria, who is more self assured than the very young pair,
Stoney and Pints.

Pints, a little girl


Doodle, the gray tux girl, is now named Juliette, and is with a foster person in Lebanon for Felines First.

I am also very grateful to Animal Rescue and Care Fund, who took five of the drug house cats already.   I am grateful to the FCCO, for fixing the four yesterday, and to Willamette Humane, for fixing six of the cats.  Heartland fixed another one, Ace, now with Animal rescue and Care Fund, and renamed Gilbert.

I'm thankful to Diana of Brownsville for helping trap up there.  There are a lot more cats up there needing caught and fixed.

Of the 12 Lebanon house colony cats, only Chatty Katty, the older calico, is still here waiting for a place to go.  I bet she'll soon have somewhere.  Many people are good.

Thursday, March 16, 2017


Well, I guess I'm nearly done with the Lebanon house colony.  There are a few more, but the granddaughter, who lives in the trailer, with two females, refuses to give them up for spay. Says she wants more kittens.  What do you do with that?  

It's not an easy thing to hear when I've sat out there for hours.  I was up there by 5:30 a.m. this morning for instance.  When I've driven their overload, from all the litters, clear to Salem, clear to Portland, lost sleep, cried, and she unloads that bit of selfishness on me.

I left a note for her grandmother.

A bait plate was all I had to write it on.

Diana and I caught two more black ones last night, but not the pregnant black tux.  She's the one I want to catch, to help her.   Another neighbor down at the end, who feeds three, two of them fixed, the other being a Siamese male and the brother of the one I caught, says the black tux female has had two litters a year, six or seven kittens each litter, for a long long time.
This is the unfixed black tux female.
Not to be confused by a previously fixed with ear tip black tux.

This one:

The two Siamese were owned by a guy across from him, he said, who suddenly died, and the sons turned them out.  He's going to get the boy he feeds fixed, or I'll do it Monday, whatever they decide.
Here's the other Siamese boy

The house the black tux lives under, those people also have an unfixed boy.  I offered to get him fixed too.  I hope they take me up on it.  Even better would be they get him fixed themselves.
The Unfixed Owned Male

This is just one block in Lebanon Oregon, with all these unfixed cats.  This is repeated all over Lebanon and other cities.

So tomorrow, off I go to the FCCO with the calico, who is tame, and three blacks.  I trapped one night before last, then the other two, both small, last night.

Pints, the small black trapped last night.  Very small kitty, a kitten really.

Maria, an adult black female, seems amiable to me.

Stoney, a stoic beautiful striking kitty, who is scared but tries hard not to show it.   I am in love!

I have a place for the three blacks now and the black tux boy, fixed Tuesday, whom I call Buckwheat.  

Doodle, the gray tux young girl, fixed Tuesday, today went to Felines First Rescue.
Doodle left today

The calico can go to their Lebanon fosterer, Chelsea, once Doodle heads north to the WA Square Petsmart, which may happen Tuesday.

Buckwheat will go with the three blacks to Brownsville, once the girls are fixed.  Buckwheate was fixed Tuesday.

That leaves only the little Siamese boy.   I'm waiting to hear from my friend.  She came and met him and may adopt him. I haven't heard yet for sure.  She has to get it by her husband.

That's the story so far.   12 trapped and a sure placement for everybody now because if for any reason Felines First can't take the calico right away, Diana will hold her til they can.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Too Many Cats

I've trapped ten now at the Lebanon house.   Five of them are already gone, have moved on, while five more live in limbo in my garage and bathroom.  The Colonel too is still here, but leaving to go back home today.

That will give me some relief at least.

Yesterday, after dropping three more of the Lebanon house colony cats, at whs to be fixed, I took Bambam, a black male, and Mags and Maddie, two delightful tabby girls, all three fixed Monday, plus Ace, a tame little black and white young boy, also fixed Monday and very pregnant Molly, Mags and Maddie's mom, up to Animal Rescue and Care fund in Portland.  Along for the ride went Chloe, whom ARCF had arranged to get into Pixie Project.  She had been left behind in Sweet Home and been fed outside by an animal loving neighbor for a few months.

I'd trapped Molly, the very pregnant female, along with a black pregnant female and the three others fixed yesterday, at the Lebanon house on Monday.

They don't want most of them back.  But where do I find placements for all these cats?   At least five now are out of there and on to a second chance.

I have somewhere for the Siamese mix young boy, one of the five, to go now.   That leaves four still--two of whom are very tame.  I will go over there today again, get releases on the ones they don't want back.  I know they don't want the Siamese boy back, not sure why they dislike him so much but they do.   They don't want the young black tux male back either.   But I'm not sure on the black female, the gray tux little tame girl, or the older calico who is also tame.  It's a lot easier to place the tame ones, that's for sure.

There are more over there including a very pregnant black tux.  I won't be able to find placements for all of them I know.  I'll do the best I can, like the old woman caretaker of the cats said.

Here are the six who left yesterday, including five from the Lebanon house:

Ace left.  He was fixed Monday at Heartland and now with ARCF.

Sisters Maddie and Mags left too.  They were fixed Monday.  Maddie was pregnant and Mags was in heat.

Molly, Mags and Maddie's mom, is very very pregnant.  She left too.   

Molly again

Bambam left too.   He is half wild though and will likely be placed as a barn cat.

This is sweet Chloe, from Sweet Home, now with the Pixie Project and she has a new name---Macaroon.
Here are the three fixed yesterday from the Lebanon House colony.

This is Doobie, the Siamese mix boy.   He, of the three young cats fixed yesterday, had the least body mass.   He's not had it easy.  Poor baby.  He'll be going to Lake Oswego!  His fortunes have changed!

Poor little starving Doobie.  For some reason, they don't like him and really want him gone.

Doodle is a tame young girl kitty, who was in heat, the clinic said.  She was fixed yesterday.  She's one I need to find out if they want back or not.  I don't think they do because they said they only want two back, but I want to be sure.
Buckwheat, a young male, fixed yesterday.  I don't know if he is wild or not.  I haven't the room to find out.   The calico is in the bathroom with Doodle right now and the calico doesn't like Doodle.  She lived with a zillion other cats but absolutely has loved the luxury of living inside and attention, so was loath to share the space with Doodle when I let her out of the trap in the bathroom this morning.   I need help with these cats!
The black pregnant female is in a cage in the garage.    I had no extra spay neuter space to get her done or I would have.  She doesn't seem tame but its hard to tell. The calico seems older and could be already fixed but I don't know.   I held her back too, choosing to get males done yesterday with the three spaces I had, since they are harder to hold unfixed.   Today I'll find out if the Lebanon people will release the calico and gray tux girl.  If not I'll take the gray tux girl back, since she's fixed now.  If so, I'll find her somewhere today to go.  And the calico is placeable also, if they release her.   I know they don't want the two boys, so I'll work on finding the black tux somewhere and get the Siamese boy to his placement.

Cat juggling, I call it.  I usually don't take cats in, but this situation isn't good and the stress relief for that neighborhood and for the old woman and for the cats will be tremendous, to get them all fixed and as many placed as possible.

I'll do my best.