First to Leave

An old friend is taking two of the Lebanon colony cats, maybe even this weekend.  She wants the two oldest ones.

The oldest cats of the group are Patches, Flopsy, Thunder, Mona Lisa and Huckleberry, the laid back muted torti who wants to be a tame girl.  Patches and Thunder are the oldest of the five adults.  This will be an outside barn type home on a fenced property with lots of snug outbuildings where cats can sleep warm out of the weather and she already has over a dozen outside amiable fixed cats.   And a nice room for them to acclimate. 

I think I will send off Thunder and Patches, but not sure yet.

Two down!!!! Soon off to a great home with someone I know.  Yippeee!

Want to see some Cats?

Javi, finally almost over her cold.

Arrow in the back, but don't ask me to name the grays!

This cat I know.  It's Vino!

Vino always looks like he is smiling.

I know him too--Storm!

Flopsy on the left, Da Vinci on the right.

My younger brother now is spreading the word about these guys and their need for a home, down in southern Oregon, which makes me very very happy.  And hopeful.Click here to go to the cats' facebook page!

In other news, Miss Daisy still has diarrhea.  I have started her on Ponzuril, for cocccidia, however, and I do expect results from this highly effective anti coccidial.  I have felt she had coccidia all along.

While over at Heartland Humane today, with a fresh stool sample, I began to lust after a microscope, as I watched Brittany prepare a slide.  I told them so. I was looking at the photos of worm spores and coccidia eggs, and the slides used for smears or floats when they suggested I look for a microscope at the OSU used store. They said sometimes they sell them there as cheap as $10.

This is a perfect new hobby for me, the geek girl, from way back, who loves this sort of thing.

Can't wait to try to find a used one I can afford, with magnification lenses preferably of 100x, 400x, and 1000x.   Just can't wait!  Was barely able to contain my excitement at the thought, driving home.

Buffy in a cat bed, rolling her eyes in disgust.  "Not again.  Gonna have to pee on that camera."

A Basket Too Small

Comet on White

Gretal Contemplates Life.  One Deep Thinker, is she.

Sweet Shaulin (yeah right)

Snack Time. The Grass Eaters.  I cut them grass from the dead neighbors lawn now.  It's getting nice and tall and he's dead and would not care.

Too Much Christmas Joy

Great Gifts!  I LOVE PEPPERMINT! (and Santa knew)

Unbelievable!  MY FAV!

Cats LOVE it!

And These!

I started out Christmas festivities this year by joining my good friend and former Poppa Inc. president at Oregon Gardens.  There was a night light festival in one part of the gardens and she had a coupon, two for one and the price for one admission was just $5.

How could this go wrong?

So I met her there, on a very cold night a couple weeks ago.  She drove down from Beaverton and I up from here.  It's about a 50 minute drive for each of us.

There wasn't much to this festival.  Would be just fine and dandy if you lived nearby.  The night was foggy and very cold, which alone could make one feel Christmasy.  We waited for the "tram" ride from the entrance to the area of the event, but got tired of waiting and walked up the hill.

There was an archway of lights to walk through and the trees themselves were wrapped in lights.  They sold a couple of items of food, and some yukky wine I did not like at all.  It was spiced wine and spiced wine can be good or it can be very bad.  I wanted to vomit after one swallow.  I "donated" the rest to my friend, who liked it.

There were about ten vendor booths selling items along a pathway.  And that was it.  We milled about a bit and then decided to hit the road.  Her husband was in California so she didn't especially want to just go back home.  So we thought and thought and finally decided to go up to the Woodburn Outlet Mall.  I have never been there and I thought, "How bad could that be?"

So we met there, each driving in our own vehicles.  I made a wrong turn in the fog and ended up hopelessly lost on rural roads.  I just stopped at a stop sign however, and when a car pulled up behind me, got out and went to their window.  They told me to turn left here, right there, right again and I'd hit the main road.  Wasn't that easy to see road names for turns in the fog but I made it back to the main road, then to the freeway and found my friend at the mall, waiting.

The fog and cold had virtually emptied the place.

Along with the bomb threat.

We were stopped by police tape along one mall corridor.  These outside, not enclosed and warm corridors, lie between stores.  This isn't Mall of America.

I didn't know it was bomb threat police tape and simply thought something had broken so they were cordoning it off for safety.  We turned around and wandered more even though it was freezing.  We went into a luggage store and joked with the clerk who informed us of why half the mall was blocked off by police tape.  Bomb threat or bag left or something suspicious.  Was being checked out by the bomb squad robot, he thought.

Then we went to the store next to that one, only to realize the police crime scene tape had been extended beyond the entrance to the store while we were inside.  The clerk was enthusiastic about it, as now she could call her manager and close up.

We looked for somewhere to get something to eat and went into some lounge of some chain restaurant.  We ordered just some finger food that was so greasy the grease coated the inside of my mouth.  Yucky awful!  The waitress hovered and finally I asked, "Are you trying to close?"

They were.  It was not even 9:00 p.m. on a Friday night.  Typical Oregon nightlife.  Nonexistent.

So we said our goodbyes, and left the restaurant, as reluctant losers remained inside, hovered over Oregon lottery machines, hoping to leave with absolutely no money I guess.

It was great to see my friend!  She took off heading north back home and I headed south through the dense fog back home.

An Albany friend and I drove around a few nights back and looked at a few Christmas lights.  We didn't find many and gave up, but even that short excursion was fun, I thought.

Last night I went over and spent time with a pair of sisters and their family, gathered to celebrate Christmas Eve, with food and laughs.  I had not seen any of them in a very long time.  It was a last minute thing.  They called, said "Want to come" and I said "Would love to" and went over.

We met when they lived in Jefferson, over, what else, fixing cats, and after that, they decided I could be part of their family.  Felt good to see them all and play some silly games, that included pipe songs.  We each got a pipe with a number, then Lisa held up a "song", identified only by numbers.  We'd start, each banging their pipe with a spoon when their number came up.  We were pretty darn good and I suggested we try out for X Factor fairly soon.

This afternoon, it was over to Lebanon, off to my friends place, whom I met, over, guess---cats!  I got about two dozen fixed around their neighborhood and grabbed an equal number of kittens, that I got into shelters and rescues.  It really eased my friends mind to get that done.  We've been friends ever since.  Their son and daughter in law and kids were there, a mother, a cousin, well, it was a clan gathering and I am privileged to now be declared part of their clan.  A loud and wild clan it is, too, and after a very good dinner, we played Yahtzee and talked cats and they're going to help spread the word any way they can to help find these Lebanon cats a home.

Throughout the day today, I checked on an acquaintances dog.  They'd gone away and although they have a fenced yard, he just needed let out a few times, to avoid accidents.  It was easy enough.

I ate too much fudge!  But it was soooo good!

Last night I finally realized the barn home I'd lined up for the Lebanon colony cats before I even trapped them isn't going to come about and became stressed and depressed, awake into the night, with worry.  I cried some, then decided I better solve this, and get busy.  I made fliers to take out today, and a Facebook page for the cats, so the word can be spread, e-mailed old contacts, anything I could think of.

Click to go the Lebanon cats facebook page!

I understand finding the cats a place is a marketing issue.  I know there are places out there for them.  I have to get the word out in the right places to find those people.  I am lucky.  I know lots and lots of people.  I am hoping to enlist their help, the help of an army, to save these cats.

I was born an optimist, too stupid to ever quit.  I get down and out, but I don't give up.

The people I know are awesome.  We may be poor, dysfunctional, have issues, some of us borderline nuts---a bunch of curious diverse and interesting characters for sure, but full of heart and love for animals.  We make mistakes, but get up, make our apologies, or not, and keep going.

We will find them a home.  I believe!

Merry Christmas everybody! 

Nice Cards!

I LOVE Christmas cards!

Lights!

A friend drove me around this evening, early, as we hunted for Christmas lights around town.  Not that many out this year.  I can understand with the economy and high cost of electric.  I did not put up a tree this year.  They cost so much.  But we found some pretty lights.

I love Christmas lights!  I saw that show once, Christmas Light Fight.  Wow, the work those families put into the displays and the money!   I cannot imagine.

They are awesome!

Takes me back to the first time I saw Christmas vacation.  LOL.

Merry Christmas.

Slinko Comes Out

Slinko has come out in the last few days as tame.  All the time he's been here, since last February, when I trapped him along with 12 others at Albany Premier apartments.  Management evicted people who fed the strays.  Some of these tenants who fed the strays and claimed to love them had helped a previous manager trap them and dump them out near Home Depot.  But help get them all fixed?  Hell no.  Someone else has to do that and pay for it, by god.  It was lame, the whole thing.  I sat out there weeks in freezing temps trying to save them, after getting arm twisted by a city official over removing them.

Tenants only made the trapping harder. 

Anyhow, I ended up with three.  Odd Cat Out has six.  I found a Portland rescue willing to try to tame two older boy kittens and yet another Portland rescue took in two tame abandoned adults.  The expenses I endured helping this complex out were ridiculous.  I don't know why people around here don't believe in fair play.  Manipulation, exploitation and getting something out of someone any way you can, these apparently are the values.

Anyhow, Slinko is one of the three who remains here.  I thought he was feral and he's lived in the cat yard.  But when that bitter weather came on, dipping night temps to single digits and near zero, he came inside.  And within days, Slinko came out as a tame kitty.

I want him to have a home.  This would help me too, as I'm dealing with a lot of cats right now.

Maybe Slinko's trying to help, by showing off his tameness so he can get a real home.  I'm advertising him as best I can now.  When tame cats come here, I try to move them out to a shelter or rescue quickly, where they can be seen and get a home.

I'm officially closed, retired, and then I got suckered into helping with the Lebanon cats.  I actually believed the woman who assured me I would not end up with any of them, if I helped, and would not end up out money.  I feel very stupid getting suckered.  The cats needed saved, but that can't be one person doing everything and giving everything.  Well, it is very hard to find homes for the number of cats that were out at that property.  We thought the one barn home would take most of the ones left, and it may still, but that barn home too was affected by the abnormal cold that hit Oregon.  I'm trying to pick up the pieces now, so I can find them a place and move on.  Lesson learned (maybe this time it will stick).  Don't believe anybody.

We really don't have many options where I live.  There's one small private shelter that takes in very very few cats, and one nonprofit cat rescue up in Sweet Home that operates out of a couple of foster homes.   Both are always full.

Couple the lack of any cat shelters with the fact so many residents in this very poor county have drug and alcohol issues and that there are so many people who don't fix their cats already, and you have the recipe for difficulty finding homes for any cat.  I try to get them to another county, the farther away the better, so also other cats here stand a chance if they can only be adopted out in this county.

All I can do is try hard, to find each a home and Slinko's my boy now, up for a home and he wants one.  Spread the word!

Also, Miss Daisy's bloodwork all came back normal, including all values on her geriatric blood panel and her thyroid test.  So, sadly for my addicted old girl, no more Temptation cat treats, as they may be the problem.  Her stomach may be unable to handle whatever is in them that makes them more addictive than crack cocaine.  She will be going through withdrawals and no doubt there will be blood involved. My blood!!!

Miss Daisy Goes to the Doctor

Off we went, Miss Daisy and I, on a road trip north, to see the vet.

Miss Daisy began to cry.  She was crying in the big carrier I had lined with the softest of soft towels in her human baby cry.  It is poignant and makes me want to hug her.  I think she knows that.  If there had been somewhere to pull off the freeway to hug her, I would have pulled off to hug her. 

I knew, knowing her, she'd like to watch out the window as I drove, so I rigged her carrier up high enough so she could watch.  After that, no more crying.  She was too engaged with the scenery and passing cars.

After a time, I glanced in at her, and she was sound asleep.

The vet clinic was very busy.  An older doberman lounged stiffly at the feet of an older man.  A super sized Siamese boy, crammed into a flimsy soft shell carrier, waited loudly beside his woman, whose nonstop texting might have annoyed him.  Why could she not turn her attention to me, I could see him thinking.  He wanted comfort and was so bored.

A young boxer bounced around like a young deer boings through a field, hopping, straight up, with no effort or motion.  The boxer's tongue lolled out to one side.  His eyes challenged laughing every set of eyes that pushed through the door.

The Siamese yowled again.  The dobie farted loudly.  A little girl laughed out loud at the sound, her mom too busy texting to hear the fart or the laugh.

Miss Daisy sat oblivious to all these sounds, crouched down, watching everything, sure the doberman meant to eat her, as his old man talked to him, "Another cat, looky there, yup, another cat.  You've never seen so many cats have you.  Yup.  Another one.  Do you need to go, boy?  Don't worry, we're getting out of here soon.  We'll find some grass, just hold on.  Another cat, did you see?"

The receptionist joked they need a "take a number" machine.  Like the DMV? I asked, smiling.  "Only we're nicer," she said, smiling back.  The old man said next time he had to renew his license he just wasn't going to do it.  "Well, you can always play the old man card, if you get stopped," I suggested, "say you thought after you turned 70 you got a seniors citizen pass for free driving and pretty much everything else."  He laughed and his doberman farted again.

In came a mini schnauzer and his man.  "He's sick," he said, worried.  "He came up the stairs last night and collapsed.  This morning he vomited and won't eat."  The schnauzer had its nose to everything, making the fat dog noises, through his nose as he did.  I was waiting for the meds for Miss Daisy by then, reading my epic Steinbeck, East of Eden.   I'd brought it along.  I hope to finish it before one of my cats pees all over it.  I almost asked how much chocolate he'd eaten.  I don't know why I almost said that to him out loud.  Just had this feeling.  Dogs can't do chocolate but they sure try and some dogs get really sick on it.

I warned the vet about Miss Daisy's vet behavior, which isn't stellar.  She likes to swing at them and scream at them.  This vet wasn't fazed one bit.  Whisked her off, was able to even draw blood without knocking her out, a first at vet clinic for Miss Daisy.

The stool samples I collected last night, after she went, and this morning, came up with nothing.  Last night's sample was stinky green.  This mornings' was orange.  I scooped each out and into a plastic bag, then into a plastic freezer container, and popped them in the frig.  This morning, they traveled with me in a bag with an ice pack wrapped in a towel.

Later the vet called me to say her geriatric bloodwork came back normal.  No kidney failure.  Her hyperthyroid test will be back Monday.

Well, at least she's not in kidney failure.  Bacteria don't shed every time a cat poops so the fact no giardia or coccidia was found in her poop doesn't mean she doesn't have an overgrowth.   She could have that, or a viral infection or inflammatory bowel or maybe she really cannot tolerate those Temptation cat treats she is addicted to.  I've heard stories about cats that become ill if they eat too many of them.  I will have to cut them from her diet.  She will kill me.  I will have to wear protective gear nights for awhile.

I came home with some strong cat probiotics and metronizadole, a very good intestinal medicine with anti inflammatory properties, that is also used to treat periodontal disease.  Tastes awful, however. 

She's all tuckered out now like me.

Buffy in a Basket

Gretal Dozes in Window Box

Electra Sulks

Shady Shines

Artsy Fartsy Sam

Best Man Teddy

Still Quirky After All These Years--Echo and Fantasia, Meesa's Girls, the Quirky Sisters are still totally strange.

$300 electric bill.  OMG!!!  In the mailbox when I got home.  No Christmas cards, just a bill from the grinch.  Stealing Christmas again, that darn grinch.  Get a life, freak.  I shouldn't have opened it.  I should have shredded it then after Christmas, called them to say I never got a bill, don't know what could have happened, must have gotten mixed up in all the Christmas shuffle.  Maybe they would have bought it and I would have bought some time.  I like denial. I like not knowing some things, like that I owe the grinch $300 for keeping some unwanted kitties warm in the garage with a space heater during single digit nights.  OMG, $300?

I reacted.  Crying, snorting, snuffling, wiping nose, staring at it more, getting up, pacing, kicking things, snorfling little sobs, now composing evil poems about the electric company and its rich rich CEO's, bent over, head in hands, now searching cupboards, frig, for alcohol or chocolate, shut off electric at the main (that'll show 'em), getting cold, turned the electric back on...waiting for house to warm up again, took the space heater out and smashed it in the driveway stepping into and overturning a litter box, soaking outside, full of soap and FREEZING water in the process, searching my soul for sins committed to cause such a high bill, now blaming that evil Lebanon woman who didn't fix her cats and left them all, so I'd end up with a space heater on them when it was zero degrees out, now wanting to dump her on top of Mt. Hood maybe, thinking how many cans I'll need to pick up to pay for that.  Fuck it.  I won't pay it all.  If this is the beginning of the end of the end, as things spiral down, too much for me to pay for, to survive, then I will go out smiling, laughing even, and warm, with the heat on, when they drag me from here for not paying the entire bill, not forking over every last piece of skin on me, just to be allowed to live my little life in my little space with my sweet cats.  Laughing even I will go!  Cheers!

Fuck you, Grinch.  I know you are responsible for sending me a $300 bill right before Christmas.   You're such a bummer.   Hey Grinch, come tip a glass with me, and meet these little kitties that stayed warm in my garage.  Come on, be fun, you'll have a good time for once.  I have a Santa hat!

Ok.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a warm night!  Ho Ho Ho!

An Appeal to Best Friends

I don't know where these 17 colony cats will go.  The barn home that was to take a good share of them may still, sometime in the future, be prepared to do so.  I am not sure anymore.  In the meantime, I have made an appeal to Best Friends Sanctuary in Utah. They are the premier Sanctuary in the US and well funded.  I am, well, nonfunded, let's put it.  I love these cats and want them to have great lives, but not here.  I can't do more cats.

So I sent Best Friends a heartfelt e-mail, asking if they could take any of them.  I have heard they have a feral sanctuary.  I know.   The moment a sanctuary opens, for cats, it is full.  I had to try.

I told them briefly the cats' story.  I told them I am worthy of help and why I feel I am worthy of their help.  I told them the cats are worthy and they are.  I told them if they would take even some of them, I would find a way to get them there.

That was bravado.  My car probably would never make it even to the eastern Oregon border and I'm broke anyway.  But I would find a way.  I would find a way!

I've advertised and advertised.  I've had a few responses.  One was someone who was just out of jail, and claimed to own 90 acres.  She didn't and never responded again anyhow. I always look people up when they contact me.   I found out about her being on parole when her name popped up in a search on a Marian County parole list.   But that's a moot point since she only contacted me once, which is common.  I have no clue why.   Hobby ad responders, I call them.  They respond to ads but have no intention of follow through.  I think its an addiction, since I get repeat offenders.

I was contacted by two others who never responded a second time.  I was contacted by a woman who responds to every single barn cat ad I've placed that I can recall but she is terrible with cats.

I was contacted by someone in southern Oregon who vowed they could live in a 2200 square foot basement.  This sounded awesome.  Too awesome.  A search of the address produced an arrest record for the woman's husband and son, for selling pot grown in that same basement.  But that was over 10 years ago, I reasoned, and many pot growers are pretty nice people, by and large.  So I held out hope, but she didn't call the next day like she promised and finally said maybe some other time, whatever that meant.  I was down in the dumps big time after that.  Those little unwanted kitties, getting 2200 square feet, just for them?  OMG.  It was a glorious dream, that they would finally have everything they could want and need.  And safety too!  I wanted it to be true so bad.  Alas.

I must add, that it's been a little over two months since I became involved in that awful situation, out near Lebanon, where sixty cats and kittens were about to be just left behind by the woman who sold her property and was moving.  I only became involved with 38 of the cats, after being asked to help.  The other woman removed the rest as kittens, five of whom, at least, died, mainly of dehydration, since there was no water a kitten could find available.  I trapped and hand grabbed the last four kittens, all of whom went to KATA, then trapped the 34 teens and adults.  Only 17 of all those cats still wait for somewhere to call home.

That's an amazing feat for people with no money.  In the process, I injured myself, pulled tendons or ligaments in my hip, rendering me incapacitated, without cursing that is, when I tried to move around.  Yet still it was done and just the 17 wait.  It is an astounding accomplishment.

I need to be patient.  These too will find a place.  However, I hope its soon and it would be too wonderful for words, best Christmas present ever, if Best Friends would take them. It'd be done with then, off my heart and out of my hands.  The relief would be huge!   I know I could find a way to get them there.

My beloved Miss Daisy has been ill.  She's eating and everything, but she's had off and on very liquid diarrhea, has lost weight and she's old, so I am terribly worried.  I am so scared she has digestive tract lymphoma or corona virus.  She is my dear little baby.   She is so difficult at the vets however.  She has to be put under to be examined she's so difficult.  You would never guess, she can be so super sweet and sleeps planted across my face. She is equally difficult to medicate or even nail trim.  She is a master at backward rolls, tightening the skin on her scruff and raising holy hell if you try.

I hope she doesn't have coccidia either, since one must medicate for almost a month once a day for that.   But the other cats would have it if she did.  She's not vomiting.  Fever?  Yeah right, just try getting a thermometer near her.  I tried worming her but am not sure I got it in.  She does not have a worm belly and it can't be roundworms because until a couple months ago, when I ran out, I used Revolution as flea treatment, since it also kills ear mites and roundworms.  What a product.  But its expensive.

Sick with worry, last night I stayed up reading about all the things that can cause watery diarrhea in cats.  General infection.  Worms.  Coccidia.  Giardia.  To name a few of the parasites.  Cancer and tumors of the bowel, usually lymphoma, a common cancer in cats.  Digestive lymphoma is unrelated to a Felk diagnosis.  She is negative.   Corona virus.  Inflammatory bowel disease.  Hyperthyroidism.  Kidney failure.  Systematic fungal infection.  Anal gland impaction or infection.  The list goes on.....

I love my Miss Daisy.  So she's off to the vet Saturday.   Oh boy.  My heart pounds with worry.....

My beloved. But the most difficult cat here to examine or medicate.

She's still eating and drinking and she doesn't have constant diarrhea, where its dripping or she can't control her bowels.    She is not hairball clogged.  Within an hour of eating some grass I brought in, it was out the other end.

Possible she's just got a bug, or reacting to some food she ate and I'm over reacting?  Yup.  It is possible.  And I hope that's exactly what it is.

I knew one day she'd get old.  I have dreaded the time she'd go downhill.  This can't be her end of days.  I'm not ready to lose my blessed friend Deaf Miss Daisy.

Look what these people do, taking in a dog just totally depressed, left behind, filthy, starved, with mange, unwanted, hopeless.  Like angels.



My Lebanon friends husband got fired earlier this week.   He's just over 60, some dispute, my friend said, or something, with a much younger manager or boss.  I'm not sure why he got fired.  It was a good job and he had worked there for a very long time.

I guess he's signed up for unemployment or maybe it was medical insurance for the time after you're fired, I don't really know.  What I wonder about, think about is my friend, and if she will still have insurance.  She was on his through work and relies on that.  Now what, I think, for her.  She's a few years from 60, far from medicare age.  They'll never be able to afford private policies I'm sure until she gets to be medicare age.  They also care for his 90 plus year old mother in their home.   Well, it's not my problem, I know, but they are my friends and I think about it and wonder if they'll be ok.

Cats Today

Comet of Heatherdale peeks at me.

Meesa, Fantasia and Echo's mother, from that 4th street location in Albany, today, an older, wiser, and tamer girl by now.  Her girls, the Quirky Sisters, are still nuts, however.

Slinko, from the Premier Apartment cat holocaust, has moved inside from the cat yard and become almost tame.  He adores Sam.

Starry, from the N. Albany swamp, is ever the dreamer.  She is a lovely soul.

Slurpy, the humble, loving chirping torti from the Lebanon Save the Kittens colony, dozes today.

Slurpy watches over her best friend, Deaf Miss Daisy.

Patches and Thunder, best friends, from the Lebanon Let Em Breed colony, on the cat shelf in the garage room, still waiting for their barn home to be ready.  Won't be long now that the weather finally warmed up, maybe this week, that they'll be leaving.

Bluebell, from the Lebanon Let Em Breed colony, very cute, quite vocal and now lets me pet her, as do several of the colony cats.  They're all waiting on that barn home, south of Corvallis, to be ready to take them.  

This is either Flopsy with Huckleberry or Vino with Huckleberry.  Flopsy and Vino look much alike except Flopsy's tail is more ringed than Vino's, but only slightly more so.  Flopsy now allows for the occasional pet along her back and Huckleberry is close to letting me pet her.  Alas, they will soon be leaving.  It's very hard to find homes for adults, especially shyer adults, so a barn home for them it will be.

How strange is it that I finally figured out there are 16 Lebanon cats, not 17, waiting for the barn home. I had it in my head that of the 60 cats and kittens removed, 16 of the adults have been placed when its actually 17 who have been placed with 16 still waiting.  There are 9 grays, not 10.  Four are long hair--Gracie, Bluebell, Hawkeye and Da Vinci, Da Vinci being the only boy of the long hairs.  
Five of the nine grays are short hair---Storm and Willy Nilly, two of the last four I caught out there are both boys.  Then there are Vino, a boy, and Flopsy, a girl, two of the first eleven adults I caught.  Then there's the young girl Mopsy, who is the only short hair gray I have who was fixed at the FCCO.   Vino and Flopsy were fixed at Heartland, while Storm and Willy were fixed at Willamette Humane.  There were two other gray girls from the colony.  Honey Booboo, a young gray female, escaped the garage room in Lacomb and hopefully is still eating and sleeping up there in their greenhouse which they
quickly set up for that after the escape.  Mango has certainly settled in, after she escaped.  Nilly, the other young gray female, is with seven others from the colony at the Tangent barn home.
The others waiting are three blacks---Thunder, the massive big male, friends with Patches, the calico.  Then young male Arrow, and teen girl Javi. Two other black, Jamaica and Thumper, escaped the garage in Lacomb.  I hope they're ok too. Rounding out the cats still waiting, there is Rosy, the young muted torti tux girl, and muted torti sisters Mona Lisa and Huckleberry, along with calico Patches, the wildest of the bunch. 

Willy Nilly, the youngest of the colony cats, along with Rosy.  Willy Nilly was not the last cat I caught but he was the last cat to be fixed from the colony.

Deaf Miss Daisy--playful, optimistic, funny, exasperating in the mornings when she makes me get up for her morning treats, but the most wonderful cat I've ever lived with.  She's old now, somewhere over 13, but I don't know her real age, since she was a young adult when she was dumped along Seven Mile.  She has age spots in her eyes and sleeps more now.  She, along with Vision, Electra and Hairy, are the ancients of ancients here.  Vision, at almost 20, is the oldest.  Hairy is somewhere over 14 or 15 and Electra is almost 15 now.