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Posted December 01, 2003 at 11:11:37 AM by Bean

Since Stef and I live like gypsies, bounding from one home to another on a whim, we had to find someone to watch our cats until a permenant residence can be found.  The Rangoons graciously filled the bill.

We followed Chad and Rachael from our house in Indianapolis to their plave in Blooomfeild Sunday afternoon.  We had all 4 cats in the car with us, and every 2 minutes, they would decide to play musical chairs and switch positions.  It was crowded, but we made the drive okay, with the exception of Jake.  He spit up a hairball.  Then he vomitted on me.  Then he shit on Stef's purse.

When we unloaded the cats at Maison 'de Rangoon, it was clear that most of them would make the adjustment without any problems.  Kate did not fall into this generalization -  she just hid the whole time.  When I found her to say goodbye, I picked her up and she swatted at me, scratching my eyeball and eyelid and pushing the whole shabang about 1 inch back into my skull.  My vision is still a bit blurry, but thankfully, I don't have a black eye - how would I explain that one?

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