And a storm blew through it

One of the joys of living in Missouri is wating for the weather to change. A friend of mine came out to keep me company and help me with my downsizing, and after less than a week here he enjoyed the Missouri pasttime of watching the weather channel and news stations for clues to where the softball sized hail and the tornadoes planned to land. Of course, being based in a tiny little metal box, a little bigger than a Class A RV, barely tied down to a muddy hill that threatened to slide into Highway 63, makes the weather news just that much more interesting. Fortunately, we made it through the night.

I have three cats at the vet getting surgeries today, and was disappointed that I couldn't grab the feral mother cat running around like a drunken harlot in the trailer park. I want to get her fixed, ASAP! I have two of her cast-off youngsters in my RV and I'm not happy about it. Once Batman (friend's AKA) helps me with the cleaning and downsizing this weekend, we'll make some videos and post them to help me find homes for everybody.

I have a Spike and a Kristi Belle Belle, plus a Loki and a Nikki. I do not also need a Thor and a Pongo. And to top it all off, my new guinea pig just had SIX babies. Guinea pigs simply do not have that many babies and I don't think anyone will believe me. They are less than a week old and growing daily, all except for Ru-Runt, the tiniest guinea pig I've every seen in my life. He's just itty bitty and I have to hold the momma down for him to nurse several times a day. When I pick up the cats today I'll take Ru-Runt and one of his bigger siblings to show the vet and staff. They may be as amazed as I am.