Homer is missing and what I've been up to on Facebook

It's hard to keep track of the days sometimes, and I find myself relying on technology to figure out when I did something. For example, when did I last talk to Mom? Oh I'll just check the call display on the home cordless phone set. Or what is the phone # for the lady who called about kittens right after I got out of the shower and didn't have a pen handy to write it down? Again, I refer to call display history on the home phone. I look on my cell phone to track call history, review emails to see when who said what, and when I need to see when I recently did something, I look at my Facebook posts on my profile. So that's what I am going to do here, to help me chronicle the activities of the past few days.

Wed. Dec 9th
Euthanized Snowflake due to ongoing urinary issues.
Step-grandfather Doug had a second heart attack today. His wife Shirley was admitted to a home yesterday due to Alzheimers.

Thursday, Dec. 10th 9:44am door blew open during storm overnight and now Homer is missing
Called Animal Control to see if his dead body was reported or picked up - no info
Called vet to report missing cat - no info
Set traps in my yard - 3 traps, for Homer, Karma and Jack the bad guy. Jack is the big scary tabby feral cat who hurt Kramer this summer/fall, andhe sprays on my property and feeds here often.

Friday, Dec 11th
Caught Jack around 1pm, too late to have him neutered today, so he is in my shed in a cage for now and he will be TNR'ed on Tuesday.

Went to Fisherman's Cove and installed a winter shelter to keep the 3 Cove cats warm this winter. We jacked up the empty tuna containers that they hide beneath, and installed the large Rubbermaid and Styrofoam cooler lined with straw. Once the tuna containers were let back down into place, the cats can still crawl under and it blocks the snow and wind to prevent the shelter from blowing away.
While installing the shelter, I had to crawl under the tuna bin to shovel away gravel, so we could push the shelter underneath. I was moving away old garbage that had blown in there, and discovered an old carcass of a deceased cat. It was absolutely hollow, nothing but skin and bones left. Poor thing must have crawled in there last year, maybe froze to death or just laid down there to die of his injuries or infections. It makes me sad to know that the living cats have still had to crawl in there, as it is the only place to stay dry, beside their dead comrade or family member. I removed the deceased cat's body and brought it to the vet for humane disposal. At least now the living cats at the Cove won't have to admire thier dead buddy....

Went to the colony on Howard Avenue and took 2 kittens (about 4 - 5 weeks old) from a feral mother cat, and delivered the babies to Inge at Pick of the Litter Society

Back to check traps, no sign of Homer

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