Going Deep South, Going Down...

So, after a relatively uneventful couple of flights, (in Economy, oh how fallen I feel!!!!) I arrive in Birmingham, the one without the Bull Ring, that is.

And Hagrid the cat seems to want to invade my bedroom.

And I think I frightened one of the other cats during the night when I went for a pee. Silly thing shouldn't have been sleeping in the litter tray.

So this is the South. Hmmm...

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy...

Off to a Ren Faire in Atlanta tomorrow - an exercise to satisfy my curiosity (and, to quote Russ, "sniff some fur!")

But...

I have a question. If there are Ren Faires, surely there should be Stimpy Faires?

Or am I just being a bloated sac of protoplasm??

I ask only for information.