I've had a new routine after the morning duck feeding, of calling out for that little grey cat with a couple meows. I haven't seen him since leaving a can of cat food out next to the bushes where he lives, more than a week ago.

Today he came running to my truck where I fed him a can of cat food. Then I managed to pick him up and place him on my passenger seat. Then I called my Vet which is right across from the entrance to the park.

I asked the nice young lady if they could give him a flea treatment and determine his sex, so I can stop calling it him, if necessary, and take him or her home. She said sure. On the ride over he sat on my lap and let me pet him.

I went inside and they gave me a cardboard carrier and we started the paperwork. Then, when I opened the door to gather him up, he darted down off the seat, between my legs and headed straight into the bushes, where I lost him.

I went back in and told the girl what happened, and she said other cats live in those bushes and they feed them. If they catch him, they will call me.

So now I have an additional morning routine. After feeding my ducks I'll head to the Vet's and try to find him. The arctic blast is hitting Friday, with sub-zero temps, and I've got a warm home waiting for him, or her.

I'll have to get all new cat stuff if successful, since I gave everything to Daniel's wife Jen, for her animals. I really hadn't planned on this, but I have to do it.