The next morning/afternoon, whatever it was (we were very fuzzy at that point) we got started loading shit into every vehicle we had with us, including the sailboat. evlfthr insisted we get on the road that day. We had everything out in a few hours and thought, "That wasn't so bad." The hardest part was keeping all of the dogs and cats from around the trail...er...mobile home park out. Then evlfthr decided that those kitchen cabinets were pretty new and he didn't want to leave them behind. So, we had to take those down and rearrange the big truck to fit them in. Then it was time for more beer and to hit the highway. We each had a little walkie-talkie with us so we could coordinate on the road. We headed north for Oklahoma in heavy wind and rain. After turning right at OK City, we stopped in some other town and got motel rooms for the night. In the morning, we had a huge breakfast and hit the road until lunch. For that, evlfthr wanted to eat at some buffet/cafeteria place. So lunch took a very long time since we wanted to try everything they had. If we didn't like it we threw it at each other. (This was much better than the time fifteen of us walked into a Village Inn smelling from the skunk attack earlier in the day.)
The last leg of the trip was through the Ozarks of southern Missouri, with one more stop at a tiny little shack of a store for beer. And we finally rolled up to the house a little more than 24 hours after leaving Dallas.
We backed the big truck up to the house and opened up the back and started unloading. We got to the stuff at the very back, up in the space over the cab of the truck. evlbrthr K pulled a box out and a cat came shooting out of there. K just about shit himself, which we all found very amusing, although he didn't think it was funny at all. Republicans. And Jack, the one-eyed Labrador, chased the cat up the hill and into the woods, never to be seen again. The cat, that is. Jack came back.
The next day, we went into town to buy a shotgun for amusement.

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Or was I supposed to tell you about the cat named Frank we used to have when we were but wee evlkds? We had heard that cats always land on their feet...