Still on track.  It’s been a good day, except I caught Pretty Boy Floyd, the little orange kitty who is too small to neuter, last night in a trap.  I successfully transferred him to a travel crate this morning, got him to the vet for shots, and brought him back home only to screw up and let him escape when I was transferring him to the big crate because I did something stupid.  I’ve been bummed out about it all day.  Floyd is safe — somewhere.  I’m not sure if he’s in the garage or not, but I suspect he is.  That’s not a problem — until we leave town for three weeks.  I have to get better at this feral cat process.  They aren’t like house cats which you can catch if they get away.  It takes a whole different mindset to work with them.