On that cat - now with picy goodness

The neighborhood has decided Hobo would be a great name for the abandoned cat who has been hanging about. He's a proven mouser, thankfully, so the neighbor who has been shooting feral cats has decided he won't shoot this one. *eye roll* Hobo has been napping on our front porch and on Josh's motorcycle, so I'm thinking he's decided to adopt us. Which means I really need to get this poor guy in for a spay/neuter and vaccines.

Which unfortunately, has been a complete pain in the ass. Our local animal shelter has created a bureaucratic nightmare of requirements for the spay/neuter program which likely makes the program useless. Their trap is backlogged for at least a month, but they won't take in any cats caught by other traps or those who can be safely put in a carrier and brought in. Nice trick to limit their exposure to actually preventing more homeless pets, eh? Meanwhile, they are constantly referring us to off-island services. There goes our annual donation. I'll give my money to a shelter who actually participates in helping the community rid their neighborhood of feral cats. And ripping their decal off my car.

We'll be working with our vet to get Hobo fixed and vaccinated. Tomorrow.

Picy goodness to come.