I took him back to his home this morning. My heart broke, the home seemed to be full of young adults on drugs. But there is nothing I could do- there is no doubt in my head that he belongs to the woman and I know she loves him. So he is home and I wish him the best.

This must be the time of the broken/swollen limbs. Poe the little feral kitty outside I noticed this morning could not put his front leg on the ground. It is swollen three times the size it should be! I can’t get close to him, George is coming over later tonight we will design a drop trap to see if we can catch him. But he wouldn’t eat this morning at all- 🙁