Henry is still around, spraying up a storm. Surely he must have marked every upright surface by now. I will continue to try to trap him, if for no other reason so that my clothes don't smell like cat urine from brushing against something.
Hank and this UBC have it figured out, let's just sit here and wait for the catering truck to arrive.
This is a rare photo of Minky. He is one of Clayton's two cats. Clayton works and lives in the boatyard but he takes off to warmer climes from December to March so we feed them. They live under the wheelwheel of the trailer. Sometimes I only see them every couple of days.
And this is Clyde, Minky's buddy. I'm glad they have each other.
Luckily the little group of seven at Harry's have a trailer to sleep in. There are shelters in the trailer. It's still cold but out of the snow and wind. 
Mo is one of the males I still have to trap and have neutered. I haven't had any luck yet. He's starting to get that tom head. I was trying to get Henry, the sprayer and even managed to briefly pick him up on Sunday but I tried it again when I had a carrier with me and no luck, I think he recognized the carrier and knew it meant V-E-T.
Here's Tory surveying one feeding station.
No excitement about a snow day for us. I don't mean to sound like a party pooper, but when you have cats who depend on you, this weather sucks. Our location is pretty much only accessible by car, so curling up on the sofa and watching the flakes fall is not an option. Hope the groundhog is right!
Jackson loves to eat, no matter the weather. A little snow didn't make him miss a meal.
MC is not doing as well as I had hoped in my friend's home, sadly I think she will have to be returned to the colony, but we'll give it another week. At least she's warm.
So maybe it's worth another try. I have a wonderful friend who is willing to give it a shot. I don't know if it will work but her other alternative is more of the same. It's not bad on a sunny day...
but more often they are cold and hungry and dodging trucks. If she has a chance at a better life I'd like to give it to her. 
On Sunday I did a trapping, trying to get Henry, a fluffy black cat who showed up a few months ago. He has been spraying and fighting and generally causing trouble. Instead I got a UBC (unidentified black cat). Since it didn't have an eartip I trundled the cat off to the vet. Once sedated, they discovered he had already been neutered, was older, maybe six and had bad teeth that should be pulled out. As much as I would have liked to do dental, I can't spare $400 or $500 for that. He could get hit by a truck next week. That money represents a lot of cat food. He did get eartipped though so won't have to go through that again. I released him on Tuesday and he flew out of that carrier.
I love this photo of Teddy, Jackson and Tina all munching away.
We spayed four females and neutered 4 males in 2010, all were returned to the colony, thereby preventing many many kittens from being born. There are now only a couple of wily cats left to catch, so out of 20+ cats almost all are spayed/neutered.
Kittens from the colony were socialized and adopted out to wonderful homes. This is Turtle, who Connie fostered, getting up every few hours to feed him when he was first found only 4 weeks old.
Pumpkin was 8 or 9 weeks old when we trapped him in the fall, but he quickly became socialized and found a home.
Sunny was a bit more stubborn, but with Aaffien's love, came around and is living happily with a Schnauzer. These lucky cats won't have to live rough lives outside, but are warm and safe and loved.
In the summer we took on another little cat rescue project. Sandi discovered some cats living at a mission near us, a mother, her daughter who was missing a foot, and her four kittens. The priests at the mission had been caring for these cats but it was a dangerous location. These cats were not remotely feral. We took them in and fostered them, finding homes for the kittens and raising enough money for surgery for Miracle (her stump was infected and needed to be amputated.
Around the same time we discovered little Sophie with wounds all over her. We managed to trap her and get her veterinary care but she couldn't recover from the infection and we had to euthanize her. A true feral, only then, could we finally pat her and kiss her goodbye.
It's been a bad few months, Cali too is missing. Nobody has seen her for almost six weeks and we fear the worst.
In the midst of all this, I took home one of the friendlier cats, Maggie, hoping she would be adoptable. She made a bit of progress, but was very scared and went crazy at the vet's, literally climbing the walls, and being totally unhandleable. I made the heartbreaking decision to return her to the colony. I think she had a home at one point, but had been out too long to adjust to a home environment.
On Christmas Day we also fed Connie's cats. She has a colony of nine near us. They are obviously well cared for - look how nice and fat this one is.
And where was I on Boxing Day, well Canadian Tire of course. Friskies was on sale for 69 cents for a big tin and since I go through five a feed I stocked up.
Happy New Year to all cat lovers out there, let's hope 2011 brings more spaying and neutering and less homeless cats.
This is a very skittish new orange cat. It still amazes me that after all this time we would see new cats. 
And here is the aftermath, a huge mound of dishes, all washed and ready for the next feed.
The holidays are almost upon us. I like feeding then, it's quiet and it feels Christmasy to be feeding the hungry. There will be things for Harry too. My only Christmas wishes are cat food and for all cats to be warm, safe, loved and well fed.