If you follow I-85 there right to the GA/AL line, that's where we're at. And that Big Daddy looks to be heading a little southeast now. Toward us. The wife just found one cat under the sofa, another one cowering on the china cabinet, two others looking out the window, and one is completely MIA. We think she hid in the garage. Before we reprogrammed them into indoor rats, they were outdoor rats. And the MIA rat got caught in a bad hailstorm two years ago. She remembers. She got some knots on her itty-bitty widdle noggin.
Found her. In the closet.