O.K, so let me just start with "I hope to NEVER move again...EVER!" Yes, it was that fun. It began with our first load and a friend's cat. We had kept an open trailer in our friend's barn when our move was delayed for a couple of weeks. It was filled with boxes of books and garage items mainly. The first day we were able to have a key we retrieved the trailer (in the freezing weather I might add) and headed to our new home about 25 highway miles away. When we first got there Pat began to unpack...I urged him to come inside so that all of us could take time to eat and thank God for our new house...create a memory or two. Upon returning outside, I saw a flash of fur and then heard "MEOW" in a tone I cannot discribe...I called my friend Harper to inquire if she had a cat but was sure it had just jumped on from the neighbors house. In a paniced mother's voice I hear, "Oh, no...ROSEBUD"...after crawling on my hands and knees begging this poor, terrified cat, who had just taken the ride of her life, to trust me I finally was able to hold onto her. (I've never held a cat that shakes) And so, we returned her to her family that, thankfully are still speaking to us, and chalked up the memory of day one of the move!
