Today Todd and Ben are (hopefully) heading into New Orleans via sneaky routes to try and rescue their kitties. The various pet rescue teams just aren’t making it to their house, which is apparently in a dry area in the Bywater, with the roof still on (according to satellite).
You can read Todd’s diary here.
When they announced that hundreds of animals were coming to the Bay Area I had half written an email volunteering to adopt (anything!) when I realized I live in a thumbnail size cottage with three mean cats. Sigh. So I deleted the email and sent the Humane Society more money. IT IS SO HARD.
Liz is settling into Houston (“Godspeed through Texas, faggot!”) where she will be well looked after by her place of work who has relocated, and many other Nola refugees holing up there for the winter.
You can read Liz’s diary here.
And Micha (MIIIIIICHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!) finally made it to the tarmac with Rory and was flown, unbenownst to them, to Milwaukee of all places. Apparently they didn’t know til they were in flight were they were being taken. That’s ok, they found the bar. Me and the Mr. had bugles filled with spray cheese and bloody mary’s the other night in Michele’s honor. Honest.
And the Right Reverend Rob will be taking all these souls in… both Todd & Ben and Michele & Rory will be heading to Philly to settle with Rob. What a nice man!
I wonder if the Pharmacy Museum has survived armegeddon? Sigh.