There's no place like Homer

This is not a cat called Homer. Read on and all will be revealed...


After a little messing about with buses we made it to Homer. We'd heard that Homer was a quaint little seaside community and a good pace to hang out for a few days. Just what the doctor ordered! We checked in to Homer hostel (despite the fact that there was no one there!) and set off to explore. After a while we'd pretty much covered the whole of Homer town and found ourselves some dinner at a small cafe. The owner was about to shut up shop for the season and only had a few things left, but luckily it was enough to make a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches with pickles and coleslaw and coffee (for me).

The next morning we went by the local farmer's market - although we were a little late so there wasn't much there. We did stop for a while and listen to a local xylophone group. On the way back into town we stopped by the local animal shelter on a whim to see if there was anything we could help with. The woman was delighted that we'd showed up because her Saturday cat helper had not been able to make it. As you can imagine, we jumped at the chance to help out. Although cleaning out cat enclosures isn't high on my list of 'most pleasant jobs ever', we did get to hang out with a bunch of cats for a couple of days - which is something I've been missing.


There are two rooms of cats at the Homer animal shelter. One room contains a dozen or so older cats who are all pretty content to live alongside each other. It also has three or four cats who are either too bad tempered or too shy to deal with the others. The other room is full of younger cats and kittens and a fairly exasperated-looking mother cat.


We had a couple of days to look after cats, watch Pineapple Express (very funny movie) and make food in the hostel kitchen - all in all a great few days.