Monday, September 18, 2017

Let's Be Kittens!

Moms will be moms and kittens will be kittens.

You can try your best to tell kittens or moms how to behave but it won't work.

Best to let kittens be kittens.  And kids be kids.  And Moms be moms.

So, in the spirit of kittenhood, and my kitten loaded bathroom...and a mom who sometimes seems to say with her eyes, "get me out of here"......

A video.

Let's Be Kittens...brought to you by....Kittens!

Mom and her six latest kittens will soon be going north to Animal Rescue and Care Fund, a great Portland rescue.

Today, five local cats are being fixed.

They include the above mom's first litter of the year, all now teens, three of them:  Gizmo, the girl, with brothers Blue and Skat.   When I went to pick up their mom with her latest six, Skat was busy trying to impregnate his BROTHER on a lawn chair.   Boy, does Skat ever need neutered!


Rosy is getting fixed too.  She's from the house of cats in Albany, although most are fed outside.   Already, we took four females from there to be fixed. Before that KATA took another female to be fixed and took out a zillion kittens.  Just one boy left to get fixed but he wasn't around yesterday.

And Kay is being fixed, if she isn't already.  She is the little torti from the Grocery Outlet parking lot who was hanging out with the ear tipped black kitten Ellie, although Ellie isn't hers and Kay doesn't particularly like Ellie.  The Bird Lady is taking in Kay.  She lives really close to that parking lot and Kay probably already knows the Bird Lady's house.

But the Bird Lady wanted to be sure little Kay is fixed first, and fully vaccinated.  All that good stuff.

Little Kay

Sunday, September 17, 2017

The Useless Summer

Today Oregon will get its first fall storm, with a lot of rain predicted.

Sure we need rain.  

But my heart sinks to think of it.  The summer was completely useless.

We waited so long for summer after a winter that broke every record for rainfall.  Last winter stretched on forever and was one of Oregon's most depressing and wet.

Finally in mid June, summer hit.   It hit hot and hard and wildfires broke out everywhere.  Aided by teens with no brains, intent on social media stardom, and others both malicious and careless---firecrackers, unattended campfires, driving on dry grass, the usual causes.  The air lay low and thick in smoke much of the summer.  Here in the mid valley the misery was compounded by the grass seeders plowing dirt fields sending up massive plumes of dirt to hang in the already heavy awful air.

My knee popped in June too, leaving me unable to walk without wanting to scream for a couple months and it still hurts nights and still I have no idea what went wrong.

The car failed, too but still sits in the driveway, along with the latest, the new old car.

I count on summer to get out away from people, hike or camp, take the raft out and I didn't get any of that this summer except for a couple times out on a very very crowded reservoir.

I guess I'm bummed, knowing the rain is coming later today, lots of it, and that summer is gone, although the air quality yesterday was so bad who really gives a damn if its summer or winter when the air is worse than Beijing?

A forecaster bit his lip yesterday, stared apologetically into the camera and said we might be in for another horror of a winter with La Ninja rains.

Another bummer for me is how fast this town is growing, sprawling along the freeway, every square inch being developed into high density housing, without the roads that will handle the massive influx.  A block away a field has now been filled with dirt and leveled, and I bet it will be wall to wall look alike houses put up and the only street can't handle even more traffic.  There's no core to this town, just sprawl along the freeway, no real parks outside of squares of grass, and sports fields, for like baseball or basketball.   It's a wasteland of sprawl and cars and concrete.

 I feel trapped.  I'm old but I want out, away from so many people, but how would I manage a change now?

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Cute Kitten Alert!

Well, I am overloaded in cats again.   And I don't even take in cats.  Ha!

I have the torti and the ear tipped kitten from the Grocery Outlet parking lot.

Thankfully the torti is tame, and I'm advertising her as found, but the bird lady says she'll foster her and care for her permanently if she doesn't have a home.  Which seems likely.   She lives in the same area where I found her.  This is great news for the torti and for me.

As for Ella, the kitten, she's a great kitten and I have two groups who may take her.  Crossing fingers.

But I have also been working to fix a rural Lebanon colony.   This is the one where we trapped Black Beauty and got her fixed.  And also Willy, the kitten with bad eyes, who went to Meow Village.

There's a female there, with a litter in the blackberry vines.  We saw the kittens when I returned Black Beauty.  The colony feeder got them contained, all six of them, plus mom, yesterday.  We wanted to get them out of the berry vines before the rainstorm hits tomorrow.   They are in my bathroom while Ella and the torti are in the foster cage in the living room that Raven once occupied.

I still have Bonita too, the semi feral who is functionally blind, waiting to get her entropian surgery.  She has in the meantime, with me cleaning her eyes daily, become close to tame.  I had hoped I could get the surgery done at Heartland but that may not happen so looks like another trip to the coast clinic soon for me.  Be worth it for her, to get her lashes off her eyes.

Anyhow, the lovely mother in the bathroom with her kittens, all of whom had developing colds and eye issues, that likely would have killed them had they stayed in the bushes much longer, provides a pleasant distraction.  They are a lot of work, however.  Cleaning their eyes, applying eye meds, supplemental feeding them, all that.   That's really tough, isn't it?  Playing with tiny kittens.  Ha!  Not!

Mom ran around the bathroom frantically when I first brought them in last night, searching it completely, looking for threats, ways to escape, and was vigilant all night long, ignoring her kittens, on guard.  She's lived in the woods, and had to be this way, to survive and keep kittens alive.   Imagine being a mom with kittens that way, with everything want to eat them alive and you trying to protect them, feed them, feed yourself.  

Now she's deemed my little bathroom, that has seen hundreds of cats, safe and has relaxed.  The bathroom passed the mom test.  Apparently so did I.  She's so happy and purring up a storm.

And being a great mom.


Friday, September 15, 2017

Who Is this Kitten?

I love a good mystery.  I sure do.

When this photo popped up on Lost and Found Pets in my town, I went over to look for her, even though it was after 11:00 p.m. the night before I was to take Raven up to FFR.   I found nothing.  Where she was supposed to be, by Great Clips in the mall, automatic sprinklers were wetting down everything, even the sidewalk.  She allegedly had been running across busy 14th to the Safeway parking lot then back to the mall parking lot.

This was the photo of her in the mall parking lot, taken by a concerned citizen, then posted on lost and found pets.
So I take Raven up then have to sleep off my late night kitten search adventure.  Yesterday afternoon, however, I stopped in at Big Lots which is near Safeway and was chatting with the clerk who also had seen the kitten post.  I was reminded of the torti I had seen behind Grocery Outlet in April.  This had happened after yet another post in lost and found pets, about two starving cats in the Grocery Outlet parking lot.  I'd gone to look.  What I saw behind Grocery Outlet was a classic torti hanging with a big huge dominant gray tabby male, who had a collar.   I figured they were mating.  I didn't know if they were owned or not and had to let it go.  Except I alerted folks in the area who might see them and who might know if they were owned or not.

These were the two cats seen in April in the parking lot of Grocery Outlet.  Again, the photo was taken by a concerned citizen.
I finally tracked down the male behind a house two streets away, being fed by someone I know who loves cats.  She'd named him Gandolph and now feeds him.  I then got him fixed.

I wondered about the torti though and had looked for her, like I'd looked for the male, and wondered if she'd have kittens somewhere, who would likely die.  Now I wondered if the black kitten was her sole surviver and after talking to the Big Lots woman I drove over to check behind the Grocery Outlet, where I'd seen Gandolph and the torti together.  And low and behold, there's the black kitten, trying to get into the dumpster for food.  The torti is right there too.  I put out a handful of dry food, to keep them there, then go home and get traps.

I return and trap both within minutes.


That little black kitten has a right ear tip.  What?  Who would fix a kitten then return it to starve and try to eat out of a dumpster?

However, the timeline fit.  The torti's kittens' if any survived, if she wasn't already fixed, would be 2 1/2 months old, just like this kitten.  I weighed her and she's 2.3 lbs.  Her belly is growing back hair from a spay at least a month prior.  What in the world.

I began to ruminate over it and think of black kittens I might have gotten fixed and returned with ear tips..  At first I couldn't think of any.  Then I did.

Only one kitten fit the bill, a female, with ear tip.  I got her fixed from Waterloo, July 25.  Could this be her?  She'd been two pounds then, but obviously, if it was her, if she somehow ended up in an Albany mall parking lot, she would be without food or water and quickly lose weight. And she'd seek out other cats, for help, especially she'd look to an adult female, like the torti.

Both cats, once in my bathroom, drank forever.  They were so thirsty.

This is the Waterloo kitten with her mom and brother, just after being fixed at whs.  A neighbor of the owner asked me to fix them and got his permission.  He rarely even fed them and she had been feeding them.  I tried to get relinquishment signed on them, but the neighbor could never find the "owner" home to get them signed.  Is the parking lot kitten her?

The parking lot kitten with ear tip is tame   The torti is not tame.  I think she once was.  But no more.  Usually it would be reverse, the kittens wild from a tame mom.  Is the parking lot kitten the Waterloo girl?  Hell if I know.  Probably though.  Maybe the torti is even fixed, I don't know.  I hope so.

Ear tipped tame little parking lot kitten

Grocery Outlet Torti
I do love a good mystery.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Goodbye Raven

Goodbye sweet Raven.  Good luck.

Today I drove Raven up to Felines First Rescue.  They are showing her for adoption in the Petsmart off Scholls Ferry Road exit.

It's always hard, to let them go, to know she's alone now, without a friend, in a Petsmart condo, waiting for someone who will adopt her.  I hope so much someone kind and loving adopts her, someone with values, that include loving her for life.

There are so many people who seem to be without any core values, except serving themselves and instant gratification that yes, I worry for her.

Raven is a smart cat, an athletic cat and a lap lover too.  

I am tired.  Very tired.  Tired to the core.  So I slept this afternoon and will go to bed early tonight.

Goodbye my friend.  Good luck.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Nine More Cats Fixed

I couldn't stop myself from taking reservations when they came up for yesterday. I already had 3 reservations for Heartland.  But when someone with nine reservations got sick and couldn't use them, I got given five of those to use.  That would be 8 more local cats fixed.  Why wouldn't I jump all over that?

There are logistical problems to getting cats fixed at two clinics, in two different towns.  I figured I could work that out.

So I embarked.

I had two different situations, already, needing help.  But by Sunday morning, I had 3.   I delivered traps to the first situation.  Someone had seen kittens down below her place, from her deck.  They were living in berry vines.  No one was feeding them or providing water.  I knew they couldn't return, once caught, but as luck would have it, my friend who places barn cats, had room, as of Sunday!

We caught one while I ate banana pancakes the woman fixed me.  They were so good I dreamed about them that night.

This is the little guy caught first.  I named him Spice and he was crawling in fleas.

Spice, a beautiful little boy, fixed yesterday, then off he went.
I left traps with the woman, but by now it was late morning.  Sun was hot, yellow jackets were out swarming bait and mean.

I headed on out to the second situation, out beyond Lebanon.  Several people renting on that property and they had discovered, since moving in a few months ago, cats in the bushes.   She pointed out a sick kitten sitting back in the berry vines.  We set a trap, but didn't catch the kitten.  Instead, we caught Black Beauty, his mom.  But shortly after, we caught the kitten too.

Black Beauty was spayed yesterday.

Willy, Black Beauty's kitten, had one eye that looked like hamburger and an ulcer forming also on the other eye.  He couldn't go back.

Poor little sick soul
I was quickly able to handle him.  He was so pathetic and would hug to me.  I put eye meds in his eyes after cleaning them out.   Meow Village said they'd take him so I decided to run him up.  I was very grateful.

That done, on the way back, I stopped in at the third situation.  They had said they had three teens needing done, two boys and a girl.  These would be the three fixed at Heartland.  But I got a surprise when I got there.  They had a fourth needing fixed.  They'd contained the teens' mom and she was pregnant again.  So I took her too.  Princess, the mom, would be fixed at whs in Salem.  The two boys, Tigger and Teddy, plus their sis, Baby Girl, would be done as planned at Heartland.

Princess, fixed yesterday and then she went home.

Baby Girl was fixed at Heartland.  

So was Teddy!

And Tigger too!
I now had an adult female from Lebanon, a teen male from the berry vine crew, and four from the 3rd situation.   Six cats.  With 8 reservations.  And three more who badly needed caught from the berry vine crew, so they could all leave from the clinic together to go to my barn cat placement friend.

The Berry Vine crew lady called me, told me to come join the fun.  She's a fun lady.  Makes a party out of anything I'd guess.  I headed out and by the time I got there, she'd caught the little muted torti girl kitten.  I named her Pepper.

I checked the two traps she'd set, to be sure everything was in order, and added some tuna and catnip, and then headed up to her place, where I ate quesadilla's she'd made while watching the traps from her deck with binoculars.  What a set up!

Not much later we caught the mom cat--Nutmeg.  And an hour later, the final kitten, a little girl I named Sugar.

Mom cat, Nutmeg, spayed yesterday.

Pepper, a little muted torti teen

The hold out, last cat caught of that family, Sugar, a little girl.
Now I had nine cats and eight reservations.   Never fear.  The woman who took the other four of the nine up for grabs reservations, told me to take all six, that it was ok, she'd do with the three reservations.

I was grateful.   So yesterday morning I took six to Salem, arriving at 7:15 to check them in, then headed straight to Heartland in Corvallis with the other three.  Heartland was gracious enough to do those three first, so I could pick them up at noon.  then I had time to take them home before I headed up to pick up the six at Willamette Humane's clinic.  I met my friend there, who places barn cats.  She quickly transferred Nutmeg, Spice, Sugar and Pepper to her own traps, and headed off back to her place with them.  I dropped off Princess to her home and then overnighted Black Beauty here.

This morning I took her home and we spotted the other females kittens in the berry vines.  Look to be about 3 to 4 weeks old, saw maybe five of them.  The young woman there is going to try to get them out of the berry vines, with mom, today.  There's that mom and kittens plus her three teens from her last litter left to get fixed there.

She has no idea where these cats came from.   She's lived there only a few months and one day, she says, the female appeared howling at the edge of the brush.  Other tenants told her it was a male who howled all the time, but it was a girl, and she led her into the brush where the young woman spotted her litter back in the briars.  She began to feed her.   It wasn't more than a week later she spotted the other female too.

Anyhow, that's the story about how nine more local cats were fixed.  Four of them living completely harsh in the berry vines, a little family,  got a new chance at life, once fixed while a tenth cat, little Willy, surely got a lucky break that saved his life.

Thursday, September 07, 2017

Family of Girls now Fixed

Today the last of a family of girls are being fixed, three more girl kittens.  Their mom Cora was fixed two weeks ago and the first kitten, also a girl, Lolotai, was fixed last week.

Cora had wandered in as a stray already pregnant.

Mom, Cora, was fixed a couple weeks back.
The first of her four kittens to be fixed was Lolotai, fixed last week.

Lolotai.  She sure looks like mom!
Today her three sisters are being fixed.  Notice one that kind of stands out as not fitting the mold?

Cora Jr. is being spayed today.

So is sister Maui!

Who's your daddy, Snow?   Were you adopted?  Ha, the fourth girl kitten, Snow is, strangely, a Lynx Point Siamese.  This is a terrible photo of her.  She's actually gorgeous.

How about some more bad air photos?

Yes, our air is bad here.  That's the interstate, looking southwest.

And the geese are coming in from the north, for the winter.  We have year round resident Canada Geese but in the fall, large flocks migrate in.   This is the Santiam River at Waterloo.  The horse across the river is often down by the water.  It's a beautiful horse.

Lastly, the county park there has a zillion California Ground Squirrels.  Here is just one of them.