Jeez you make me all weepy - for emptying and moving so much stuff as much as inclusion of Clerisa into yo sweet li'l ol' fambly. (Hope that's the right vernacular?) Give her a scratch under the chin for me. I've been moving 35 years of stuff from my house over the last little while - no, I'm not a collector although I might as well be. That many years of family and all its stuff. Now I am an on my own gal and I felt weighed down by the years of stuff so out it goes (it goes on). I've painted the inside of the house and now am at the garden stage. A little pocket hankerchief of a garden but I have BIG PLANS. Our catto, Shadow, came into our lives as the kitten of a feral many years ago. Youngest daughter wanted a cat and found this one - black as black. Assured me it was a gal. What did I know? It has been a horrible cat over the years, moody, uppity, and just mean. I guess it has a vague memory of a feral tradition? My daughter has moved out and now........well now it is only me and Shadow and he is as nice as pie to me. Still horrible and rude to everyone else. But he loves me and only me. Has even rejected the daughter and he was totally devoted to her and only her for years. We are happy. So clear spaces make a lightness of both load and spirit and feral cats ....... what can I say? Feral cats are.........cats.