Well, well, well...

First of all, I am a recoverin' collector... Yeah, did my time at Betty Ford an' all that collectin' is now just part of my past... Problem ain't with collectin' but the stuff I collected before going into treatment...

So, over the last four months I have emptied a recording studio/hangout, a double decker bus cottage/hangout, a sea container/ non-hang out and a house. I addition to that I have also moved tons of tools, my 1953 Spartanette 30 foot traier, hald a dozen vehicles and 297 feet of rope... Don't ask!!!

And I am now down to one more manageable trip... Yeah, with over 30 trips between the Wes Ginny home and the Luray, Ginny home with a truch and 10 foot covered tariler, plus a moving company fir the furniture, tomorrow will be the last trip wioth the trailer... There is light at the end of the tunnel and it ain't a train...

But nuff of that movin' blues 'cause I got one heck of a happy cat story to tell that, sniff, get me all misty eyed...

Fir the last several years we've had a ferral cat that in the winter lives unner our house and in the summer sleeps, heck if I know where, but we been feedin' her... We always called he Clerisa, and she just as sweat as she is wild... Well, last year she got preggied by one of the ugliest Tom's on the planet so we borrowed a trap and trapped her and took her off to get spayed, shotted up and all, then brought her home and she went back to being our ferral cat...

Well, we been feedin' her when we go up to the Wes Ginny house and hadn't realy decided what we'd do when it was finally time to leave but yesterday I borrowed a trap and set it last night... Hey, there were a lot of critters I expected to find in the tarp this mornin' but...

... it was Clerisa!!!!!

We got here... She's in a big dog cage here in the house and we'll keep her in it fir a week 'er two and then introduce her to the barn...

Sniff... Makes me al weepy knowing that we got *our* ferral cat... Makes the move complete...

Sniff...

Bobert