Now I feel compelled to tell the story of the cat.
My dad, evlfthr, used to live outside of Dallas in a trailer with his second wife. The trailer sat on stacks of concrete blocks. They were blessed by gravity and luck, because there was a lot of shit in that trailer. My mom would scold me, saying "It's a Mobile Home." She lived in a few, too.
Anyway, our repub evlbthr K, who works for the Evil Software Corporation as the Evil Software Guru in the National Headquarters of the Evil National Retail Corporation we all love to hate cashed in most of Evil Capalist Stock and bought a fairly sizable junk of property in the southern most part of the state. It was planned that evlfthr would move to this place, which was incredibly isolated and beautiful, and retire.

So, we had to move him.

We four evlbrthrs devised a plan. evlbrthr K would help me and TazKCMO rent a car (us being transportationally challenged at the time) using his Evil Corporate Credit Card. We and the fourth evlbrthr, M, would rendevous in Texas, where evlfthr had a moving truck ready to load along with his old Cadillac. evlbrthrs K and M each had pickup trucks. K was pulling his sailboat all the way from Phoenix.

We got there on a Thursday night. The place was already in the usual moving uproar, with boxes everywhere and evlstpmm barking out orders. Once the four of us and evlfthr, beer, whiskey and other fun stuff coalesced, and all of us.having driven for hours, nothing else would get done.

To be continued...