Saturday, October 22, 2016

Weekend! Update!

Just a quick post - I visited the farm Friday after work.

The woman is doing an AMAZING job - she just needs some help with a situation that has gotten out of hand.

The cats are well-fed and appear to be healthy - the spay/neuter efforts here just need to get ramped up a bit, and that's where I can help.

I know that some of you may be looking at the photos and cringing right now, saying "how could someone let this happen?!", but I will tell you what, this is very, very common around here, especially in rural areas.  Without any easily-available low-cost spay/neuter options, this is where things end up.  But again, this woman is doing a spectacular job with her barn cats, and all the cats that keep getting dumped at her place, and I'm looking forward to working (well, volunteering, ha) with her.

And there may or may not be a wee orange kitten in my bathroom right now.


More to come.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Time for another fun round of ...

... the size of the box versus the size of the thing in the box!

Today's version:  Tent pegs.

The size of the box:

The size of the things in the box:

 Well, at least they got the length right.  *sigh*  AND, they didn't fill up the box with ten billion packing peanuts, so kudos.

Plus, the kittens will enjoy the box, so there's that.  Ha.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Fools rush in ...

I got a call the other night from a woman who owns a farm not far from me.  She's got a little situation with her barn cats.  Even though she's been taking the ones she can catch to get spayed and neutered, there are a few ferals who have been eluding her capture and keep reproducing, as cats are wont to do.  As a result, she currently has forty-six cats.


As I said, some of them are spayed and neutered, but a lot of them are not, and the ones who are not are feral.  She called me asking for help, so I'm going to visit her farm on Friday night and try to get a handle on the situation. I drive past the place twice a day on my commute, so I know where it is and that it's a well-kept farm.  Actually, a lot of the fall pics I posted yesterday were taken on the road this woman lives on.  The rescues I'm currently volunteering for are presently overloaded trying to help with other community cats, so I'm going to try and handle this one myself.  FAMOUS LAST WORDS.  haha.  I can live-trap no problem, but how am I only going to trap the cats who need it, without trapping the cats who've already been altered?  She says she knows which ones have already been done, but that won't stop them from taking the bait come trapping time. (I don't think she's been ear-tipping; I'm going to try and talk her into tipping the ones we get done.) She wanted to know if I could just come with, like, a giant net and only catch the ones she points out to me who she knows needs to be done, which, haha,  NO.  I no longer mess with feral cats, and the idea of getting a struggling, angry feral out of a net and into a carrier is NOT APPEALING to me.  *shudder*.  Sorry, it's live-trap or nothin'.  And yes, I can use my trap-not-a-traps, but I think I'll go with standard traps first.  Nice, sturdy, STEEL traps.  :) 

She says she can only afford to do a few at a time, so I'm thinking I can just saturation trap, maybe a couple of times a month as surgery slots become available at area clinics.  So if, say, she's got an appointment to get four ferals altered on a certain date, I can go up the night before with, say, ten traps, and then after trapping, we can free the ones the woman says have already been done, and just take the ones who need it to the appointment on that date.

Of course, it'll be the last stubborn few who will present the most problem, but I figure we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.  Breeding season won't kick in again until Spring, so we've got some time to get a handle on the problem.  In the meantime, if anybody's got any suggestions on how to make this run more smoothly, I'M ALL EARS.

How do I get myself  INTO this stuff?!  Sheesh.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Autumn in New York

Yep, it's that time of year again - the most beautiful time of the year here in upstate New York.  All of these pictures were taken yesterday on the back roads I drive to get back and forth to the office every day.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Weekend Report, aka No Matter What I Do It Involves Cats

First stop Saturday morning was the local rabies clinic.  Tinks was due, and it would have cost $28.00 at my vet's office and $33.00 at Tractor Supply.  Cost at the county-run clinic?  Five bucks.  Sold!

Of course, there WAS a little catch:

But!  It was a beautiful morning, and I knew from past experience that the line moves quickly.  Tinks and I were in and done in half an hour; unfortunately, we are both now DEAF from the f*cking Shih Tzu behind us in line, who shriek-barked for the entire half hour.

The SECOND road trip that day was for an adoption event!

The star of this show was Jughead, who spent the afternoon chillin' in his t-shirt:

 Whenever a dog would go by, the kittens would scramble for the pup tent:

"Is he gone yet?" says India.  See also:  Pete hanging in the litterbox. 

Oh no!  The wicked witch captured a cat!  

These guys are getting to be pros at the whole "adoption event" thing.  Hopefully there will soon be some adoptions!

Friday, October 14, 2016

More kitten pics

I put an empty cat food storage container on its side in the Foster Room this morning, to see who would be stupid, er, ADVENTUROUS enough to climb into it.

                                                                    Pistol Pete had a go:

Jughead was the next to give it a shot, although he backed out pretty quickly:

And finally, Sandy said "oh what the heck", but even he decided that discretion was the better part of valor and only went about halfway in:

I am proud relieved to be able to report that none of the kittens was gullible stupid adventurous enough to actually insert themselves into the empty container.  This is, however, EXACTLY why I don't keep the water pitcher in the room.  Better safe than sorry, eh?

And in OTHER news from this morning in the Foster Room, Squeegee decided that he was going to take out a curtain rod.  By CLIMBING ON IT.  And after he successfully dismantled the curtain rod?  He did this:

That's right, the little snotski STUCK HIS TONGUE OUT AT ME.

Not cool, Squeeg.  Not cool.  *sigh*.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

I may be odd, but at least I'm not THIS odd ...

Check it out:

House for sale in Avon, CT

I first saw this on a friend's Facebook page, and someone commented, "Well, it IS Avon," which makes me wonder what is in the water in Avon.

Holy cow.