Well, I spent a ;pmg, hot morning helpipng work a volunteer assembly line for the spaying and neutering of feral cats. On this particular session about 60 feral cats were delivered in trap-boxes to a clinic in La Mesa, a lively small town just eastof here, and the cats anaesthetized and removed from the cages. The cages got washed, dried, lined and laid out in numerical order, each cage being numbered with a number matching the one on its cat's tag. The veterinarians did all the major medical work, neutering, sewing up wounds, filling them full of vaccines, pulling rotten teeth, and so on. Then the cats got handed through--still totally unconscious--to a clutch of volunteer ladies who groomed them, cleaned their ears out and clipped the tip of one ear to show they had been neutered. Then the cats small and large, still very comatose, were put back into their now-cleaned cages to sleep it off. Some of them were pretty pissed off when they wolke up. Eventually all the cages with their occupants were collected by those who captured and brougt them in originally. The cats are re-released, their medical issues and reproductive powers both resolved, to live out the lives they were living, but without multiplicaytion.

Doing all this sixty times, with the wild variables of individual issues and differences, is quite an interesting floorshow. I am glad BBW talked me into volunteering.

My dog was suspicious of the whole thing, though...