but nothing screams like Rhymin' for ice cream.  Take a dish to bed and
he's all over me and the bed trying to get as close to it as possible.
The craving is for all sweets as well, I left a peanut butter cup in the
wrapper on the counter and he finished it.  Night before last he broke
into a box of Knott's Berry Farm mini-cookies and dragged three out to
munch. He's a good ol' cat tho, and trhere isn't enough opporunity for
him to get in further sweet trouble, I hope.

I'm especially happy to report on the Florida migration Simon did NOT
wail all the way down as I feared.  Two words leaving the second gas
stop is all he cried.  If he was scared or had misgivings he was a
perfect passenger in spite of them.  TG, Norm

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"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from
masochism."  <AC Clark via me>