Funny Face has been roaming this area for years. I was sure I got him fixed the first year I moved in, which would have been seven years ago. Or so. But the apartment complex tenants claim he isn't fixed and were sure he'd fathered kittens from a tenant's unregistered cat, before she was evicted. I determined to catch
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I am a Cat Woman. My self-appointed mission in life is to save the feline world! To accomplish this mission, I get cats fixed. Perhaps my mission might be slightly delusional. This blog is a mishmash of wishful thinking, rants, experiences as I remember them and of course, cat stories and cat photos. I love cats.
Starr was just a teen when I trapped her at the Corvallis homeless camp by sneaking into the camp in the night, amongst the sleeping campers to set traps and catch kittens and otherwise avoid, via tip toe trapping at night, the waking problems of alcohol consumption, drugs and drama. That was just over five years ago. Sh
I got out of Dodge. I spent one delightful night with Waldo. 28 hours. I drove up for one night at Waldo Lake, up past Oakridge. I'd always wanted to see it. It is pristine, I'd heard, a lake with no inlet, with some of the purest water in the country. No float planes, no generators, no chain saws, no gas boat m
So I'm taking a little bike ride, like I do every day now, for at least an hour. I love riding. It was near dark last night I went, waited a bit long so I stuffed a tiny flashlight in my pocket, so I wouldn't get a ticket if total darkness fell before I got back home. I was somewhere, on a street I did not know, and I
No more free me. I'm sick of being a slave. People have come to think of my time as theirs and that I will help them with pretty much anything while they sit on their butts and do nothing. I have nobody around here that cares about me other than for what they can get out of me. I suppose being lonely has made me more
Buffy, above, is one of the starvation kids, three kittens I found out in a field, so starved they could not even move. All three survived. Doc, the sweetest of the three, was adopted, but Buffy and Mops who have rather sour dispositions, did not get homes. Both love to play, however. The Gruffy Twins, as they are a
A wildfire up above Timberhill shopping center in Corvallis was reported about 9:00 p.m. last night, in the brush and trees of Chip Ross park. This area is heavily populated. On twitter, check out #CorvallisFire and #ChipRossFire. I was in Corvallis at that time, returning Dweezil to the apartments where she is fed.
This little time of cat helping has ended. Almost. Dweezel, the black female from Corvallis, still has to go home. She was spayed today. Last night I caught Coco, a Snowshoe Siamese stray, fed in Albany, by the woman whose adult daughter bought a house for her to move into in Corvallis, across from the apartment cats
No sooner than the bottle babes arrived, they are gone. Off with a KATA volunteer. They've even been to the vet. Their little lives have sure changed since yesterday morning when I dug them out from beneath that deck in Corvallis. No more fleas! They were crawling with them, alive in them. I love killing fleas.
Kitten season is winding down. At least, some would love to believe that, or, dare to hope that. I was back to the Corvallis colony. Remember that one? A woman who with her husband had bought a house so as to move their mother from Albany into it, contacted me because of all the wild cats around it, including two mot
The Volunteers. Squash blossoms along my driveway's edge. I did not plant the squash. Guardian of the Garden. Neon Green and Awesome, Grasshopper originally hails from the Dollar Store. Winter draws Near, and elements of the garden are forgotten Hanging Spider Vision is doing well, eye healing.
I had a difficult weekend. I watched an old woman for some friends. Was a 24/7 job up there, plus running back here to care for my cats. Not easy. And I didn't sleep up there due to the noise of fans and the old woman sleep talking. So yesterday, to try to ease the tension and exhaustion built up over the we
I got up early this morning to go watch the balloons take off at the Art and Air Festival. It's always fun. I love the colors. Yes, I'd like to take a ride someday in a balloon. The weather was great until after the balloons had launched, then in rolled the clouds. Most of the balloons ended up south for landings
Vision is back to jaunting around the house, tail held like a plume, although I trimmed her hair mid July so there is not much to the plume. Miss Daisy is eating again, but there's something wrong with her, really wrong, and I don't know how much longer she will be with me. Her blood work never shows anything wrong, but
The suicide of Robin Williams seems like a tragic end to a remarkable man's life. If he had died of cancer, would the shock have been less? Or in a vehicle accident? Or of a drug overdose? Taking his own life by hanging seems like a violent act of self-hate. He could have just not done it and all would be fine, peop
Piper, after a bath, and other treatments, at Heartland. Piper's a boy! Piper is the lone survivor. So I'm told. Or so the catman was told by an employee of the business nearby where this little life and death drama played out. Her mother was dumped with kittens, a horror too large to contemplate for long, if you a
Corvallis river cat Vision at twenty years of age, taken in May 2014 Vision is still in my bathroom trying to recover from a badly injured eye. Whether that eye was injured in the two falls she took, a couple weeks apart, off the cat runs, or some other way, like getting swiped at by another cat, is really not importan
Guess who just paid out $40 cold cash for two kittens? Guess who has the kittens' mother and aunt in her bathroom (recuperating after spays paid for by KATA)? Guess who already took four kittens from these same people a month ago to PAWS, up in West Linn, after they were left out in a box with FREE written on it, in the d
Oh my Poppy. Today she had her last three teeth removed, exactly one year after she had all but three removed. A year ago, before she had them removed, she had withdrawn, isolated in her pain and lost weight. She has the allergy, that horrid autoimmune thing, where she is allergic to the lining of her own teeth. Unl
Wasn't enough a thunder storm tore through my camp trip and campground. I get home and last night, thunder and lightning storms lasted much of the night. I was tired. Even so, I decided to try to catch some of the action on my little camera. But it was a lazy attempt. I laid on my back in my bed, and held the camer
I needed to get away. So away I went, with a Lebanon friend, to Suttle Lake, just past Hoodoo and on the eastern downhill side of the Cascades. It's not that far. Why had I not gone here before? Took us about an hour and twenty minutes to get there. First sight of Suttle Lake from highway above. We set up our cam
Yard Stray Number 51, Funny Face, was once owned. He comes almost up to me, but he does so hissing and growling. But he has tooth issues. He needs fixed, number one. He spray marks and fights all over this area. This morning, driving along Marian, just past the hoarder house, there's a dog running loose in the stre
Bad things have happened lately around here. And in the world. As stress built for me, night before last, and I witnessed an episode of road rage in front of me, when someone cut someone else off....I wanted to jump out of my car and yell at the antagonists, "Lighten up, you jerks! We have to love each other. Don'
200 Rabbits and Guinea Pigs were removed from a filthy trashed out house and garage yesterday and today by local police. The woman has been charged with neglect. She was left her three dogs and three cats. I'd gotten cats fixed at that house. Why did the police leave the cats there, when one is obviously in very v
They're gone. The kittens. Roman and Goofy. Those wild boys. Gone. Taken in by a kind woman. They'll be fine. They're moving on in their new lives. They quickly learned how fun toys are. But being former feral, their wild noisy play, that sounded like stampeding elephants, at times, in the bathroom, heard
I thought I'd done such a good thing. A feel good thing. I trapped that lost gray tabby last night, the one the people came looking for, door to door, two weeks ago. They left me their number. They moved out of those apartments behind the cul de sac, and hadn't been able to catch their unfixed young boy. I gave th
Summer churns on. Sometimes its' hot, sometimes overcast with thunder storms. I only got involved helping the Corvallis colony out of complete boredom. But also because they paid my expenses. They cover gas and bait and the fixes. Except I have now two kittens in my bathroom and I'm not sure where they can go. The
Precious Scratch has died. She was 19. She was something else, a treasure, from the river. I met Scratch during a very hard time in my life, a time I'd rather forget, but it was also the time that saved me. The cats existing along the Willamette river, born to discarded souls, became my family. I lived along the bank
I have not posted in awhile. Why? I don't know. The heat steals my motivation for all things nonessential? Camera was DOA. Those are a couple of half decent excuses. I was gifted a camera, from a woman in Texas who no longer uses it. I got it yesterday and am thrilled. It's tiny, fits in the palm of my hand, and
Two more cats were left behind in Albany. I found out through a friend who told me. Neighbors had contacted the city but by then one of the cats was in bad shape and has since vanished. There had been no water or food left out for them. I immediately began going over there once a day to leave food and water. Poppa