When Jeannie moved in with me she had 17 cats, really.
She had lived in a trailer in the boonies outside Tombstone, an enchanted place, secluded, no electric, mountains all around.
My cat had three kittens, all female, and she took them. It wasn't too long before all three were pregnant. They all had their litters at once, and when I finally convinced Jeannie to join me there were 17 kitties. That's love. That was 12 years ago. One cat survives today. Too many coyotes and other predators out here.
I wrote a song about our courtship: "Tombstone Bound" ( a lively rocker )
I got 16 miles to go
on that old Charleston Road
I got the hammer down
I'm Tombstone bound.
As I cross the river
my body starts to shiver
my heart begins to pound
I'm Tombstone bound.
'Cause at the end of my journey is a prize
I got the starry night
the moony light
the magic in your eyes
I'm Tombstone bound
Just a few more miles to go
I can see the lights
in the houses below
I'm rolling into town
I'm Tombstone bound.
When I die and I'm Buried
in the ground
I want the words
on my grave to say:
Oh Lord, he was Tombstone bound, Tombstone bound.
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