![]() I was immediately nervous about letting the cats out. But it was the nearby shops that really caught my eye. Bob had asked me if I’d seen a Radio Shack in the vicinity, and sure enough, as I reached the corner I saw a Radio Shack. It was time to take a walk and explore our new neighborhood. Just another week, I reckoned.Įven I had cabin fever, after several days of nonstop unpacking. We could let the cats out to play in our new neighborhood, as soon as they were ‘bonded’ to the house. While our home in Tampa had been very close to a busy road, Whitehall Avenue had little traffic. Taz sat in a corner of his room looking evilly at us all, his conversion to ‘normal kitty’ short-lived. So small that I needed to keep the wardrobe boxes, at least until I figured out what to do with the clothes they contained.Ĭecily and Tyler were dying to go outside, casting longing looks at squirrels and birds through the sliding glass doors in the family room. They liked the big window in “their” room, along with their multi-level “jungle-gym”: the six cardboard moving wardrobes containing my “excess”clothing. The Cat’s in the Kettle at the Peking Moon…. If you’d like to read it from the beginning, the links to earlier chapters are below. This is almost, but not quite, the last chapter in the saga of a move we made in 2000.
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