To tell this story I will need to give you some background as to where and what I do.This would come in the form as an artist, writer, retired , grumpy , 69 year old farmer still wannabe. I am a lover of nature, and have spent a lot of time in it. Retiring about 3 years ago , I set some roots down in a year round campground. at first i thought I would spend my winters in the southwest, but after 2 winters I longed for our area around here. I also owned a cat and bought a perman-
My days are filled with a fair amount of sitting as my back is grdually getting worse to what end i dont know. I used to be fairly active when younger, I was a chainsaw sculptor, and artist, heavy equipment opeator, beyond working a full day I would come home and work on the farm and feed my animals. As I had ducks, chickens dogs and cats that was the old days. I am a bit more relaxed nowadays. I try to move more often but I have to watch more carefully. Hav
ing fallen a few times here lately under stupid circumstances I am just more careful about what I do.
My current group of cats
Old pics of strays
Havent seen her for awhile but thought she was neat.
Here lately motivation to do something is great but just getting up and doing it,or as in this case sitting down and doing it. Anyhow tonite i would like to relate to you a story about my Dino the Dinosaur.
Dino came to me by way of a chore I was doing. Unusual in the sense that it actually involved the animal I was feeding. I have been feeding the stray cats at pikes peak campground partiallly due to untimely death of lela, the caretaker here that died in a an automobile accident a year ago. since then noone was feding he cats and it ws nothing to see them scampering out of the dumpsters slimy and wet from who knows what trying to scap up enough to eat. Last winter on my birthday in Dec. on a gloomy day they call your birthday. the day was grey and damp, snowy mess of a day and returning home i had to pass the dumpsters on the way in.
On top of one the dumpsters was this black, with brown streaks and a wad of long hair ball on its right leg stray cat. It digusted me that someone couldnt take the initiative to at least see them fed. So as i watched her scurry off I decided to go and get them a cxouple of bowls of catfood and feed them as a birthday gift to myself. A chore is what I needed to bring me out of my funk. To do something for someone else, as in this case feed the strays. It doesnt help the problem as there ar as many as always show up and a few new kittens. All the cats are black except that one I initially saw on top of the dumpster with the ice ball. When i say all, there is 7 black cats and 4 kittens of those 2 are juist weeks old and cute as hell. The other 2 black kittens are older and lovable , and if I am real lucky I can pet the choclate black cat. The kitttens all come out to greet the truck and know its sound. They run around the dumpsters in excitement and this one little one has me stomping around like I'm playing cow pasture polka.
I have turned what I thought was, and is a good deed I do into a daily chore with unknown longterm responsibilities that are better dealt with by our community. After all they were here before I was 3 years ago and longer as it has been a long standing problem our comunity tends to ignore as most places do.
My plans so far and as of my birthday was to feed them and work out the details later. This is what I did every day since I realized the only way anyone was going to do anything about the cats is that I needed to do it now. So I did and reluctantly yet steadfastly I have managed to every day to feed at the same time of 6:00 pm. I have found over my years of feeding animals is that they have an internal clock and they know that they need to be there to eat at the same time every day to get to eat.
Well an unusual and very unigue event happened to me the other day. Normally before I put down their full dishes I pick up their old ones. Anyhow in one of these dishes was this little plastic toy that looked like Dino the Dinosaur. I can only assume that one of those cats had found it and put it in the dish for me. I picked it up because it was so unusual that it was there. That there was no way it was humans that did it. There was plenty of places for it to lay even if accidentally thrown there. Moms surely wouldnt let their kids go in where I feed the cats behind the dumpsters. It had to be one of the cats that brought it intentionally or accidentally there as a reward for me. Dont know if its actually a reward or not, but i liked it right off the bat and recognized Dino as a mascot for Sinclair Oil Co. that was around in the early 60's that had toy gas trucks and even a board game which is where i believe this Dino came from and can be dated from around 1969. or 55 years old. Its only one piece of what i thought would be a multi piece set. Also this would be in the time frame of the park where I live when it was built. The game would go for 20 now used or more as it is rare but only if complete.So just one piece but the best one of course, Dino himself may be worth 10 dollars. Not much of a reward but still better than the nothings I usually get. The ducks would talk to me, the chickens would just pick. pick, and the dogs talk, and the cats at best will let you pet them,
But to actually get a gift besides a stick from a dog , I cant remember an animal coughing up much more than a furball. But here was a Dino the Dinosaur. A cat had to find it and then pick it up and carry it unknown distance just to drop in that bowl for me to find. And believe it or not, a cat to boot. Cats usually dont do much that humans want them to do and to find one that has empathy for you or even another cat is an on demand procedure for them. So in my eyes this is a really big thing and a nice return for the gift that keeps giving.
In the long run will have to address a few issues with the park. I had a complaint the other day from one of the old directors that the cats were shitting around the office. I retorted with just what am I supposed to do since the cats were starving. and in the garbage getting ice balls in their long fur because of getting wet scrapping for food in wet trash bags in the dumpsters. The ice balls rip out and take the hair with them and if cold enough will cause frostbite and with lack of food and health they will die.
I have heard complaints from others about the cats laying on their porches and under the campers. They wont feed them but enjoy bitchng about them. Some attempts to spay and neuter were made but they have gave that up since I am feeding. This is not sustainable and the problem is increasing despite as much as i like seeing the kittens come out to greet me daily . I realize there is one maybe 2 females that are not fixed. This needs to be done. It is hard to do or will be hard to trap the 2 mothers because number one they are all black and all except the kittens are ferrel, They even keep their distance from me until I drop off the food and pickup the empty bowl. They will have to be tamed down.
As far as the cat poop i will offer to buy a load of sand to dump along the fence behind the dumpsters and this will give the cats an area and beautify the dumpster area at same time. It is and was a combination of mud and so forth that atracts water and trash that spills over . It smells but with the sand it should improve the cat litter problem as well the cleanliness of the area. I also would like to make some five gallon cat houses as i call them and will put a little red light on outside and straw to give them a warm rain tight shelter. The association are the ones that should be responsible. Its their mess and they ignore it. No one wants to spend money to pay for spay and neuter , at least when they can bitch for free. I miss having a dog and still have my cat Ms, Prissy who has been out west with me a couple of times. Lately at 9 oclock nightly I can count on 4 young coons coming up and getting their bowl of cat food. This is costly but I consider it buying good luck. Surely feeding 9 black cats zooming this way and that, makes chances good of the going right to left will outweigh the bad luck of left to right and the good years of luck will add up enough to keep me going to 100.. Only 31 more years. I also have an injured possum who is not to old that comes infrequently or at least I think it does. It seems to come after the coons but they usually dont leave much. The injury appears to be to its foot and it appears to get around good and there are no open wounds apparent so it may heal itself. It appeared to be in good spirits after eating. I will add more pictures I have taken of the cats including the little ones, and the coons and possum. Enjoy, i have.