Moving

Ah, springtime.
The birds are chirping, my cat is chasing them.
The doors are open, the sounds of crying children wafts in.
It's my birthday this week, and it's time to move.

Hark - is that the call of the wily boxus cardboardicus?

And you thought that RABBITS bred quickly. These things are Tribble-like!

Well I better go and cull the herd a little more before they devour me.

Think happy thoughts....