This afternoon my number two son Scott and his friends had been loading a big van full of his belongings as he starts his move out of my house. It's sad but humerous too as I overheard them in the hall while the three of them were trying to move Scott's large dresser at other end of house; after much thumping; and exclamations I heard one of them say:
"It's too big, how will we get it out??!"
"You'll have to stand it on it's side!" I yelled down the hall after which there was and more thumping, banging, and an exclamation of how heavy it was.
'You took the drawers out first, right?" I yelled. "That would make it a lot lighter and then you don't have to worry about the drawers sliding open and hitting the walls!" I added, followed with "That would just be stupid if you didn't take the drawers out!"
Dead silence, followed by the sounds of drawers hastily being removed from the dresser.
All the time this activity and the rest of the moves Tails was confined to my bedroom so she would not sneak outside. I could hear her meowing out the window at them. Finally when there was a long lull in the proceedings I went and got her and she curled up in my lap. There she sleeps, oblivious now to the fact she's lost her young master!
While I'll miss my son Scott I'm very proud of him. On limited funding he's starting a new chapter in his life, moving into a house in the city with his girlfriend and other friends of theirs, and continuing his college education. Fare thee well, my son, fare thee well!