Step around the poop, if you can

Well, I took my friend, M, to the airport on Monday so he could fly back to New Orleans to pick up Voodoo(cat),his car(which was parked at the airport in New Orleans)and a few things from his apartment. The Mayor of New Orleans was allowing people back into the Orleans parish when he got on the plane at 9:00am
10 minutes before he landed in New Orleans,breaking news-Mayor "cableguy" Nagin changes his mind about letting people back into New Orleans, evidently he was getting pressure from the guys at FEMA that it was not a good idea to allow people back yet.
Call from my friend from New Orleans as he sat in a parking lot at a Rite Aid with Voodoo under his feet, indicated that he was waiting for his security guard friend to arrive, who was going to escort him back to his place and allow him to enter. He states there was no water, only Propel (the energy water) So Voodoo will get his vitamins in his water.
M spent the night at a friends house in the Jefferson Parish.
By Tuesday I was hearing all on the news that a huge ass hurricane (Rita) was gaining strength and was heading to the Florida Keys and, if there is enough rain, perhaps flood the weakened New Orleans-the levees cant take anymore pressure.
So now Nagin is calling for, once again, a mandatory evacuation of New Orleans. Later in the evening,The news was saying that the hurricane had skimmed against Florida, leaving little or no damage behind over there, however, now the fucker was headed straight to Galveston, Texas and Western Louisiana, and gathering strength as the pressure dropped (which means-its subject to be a big-en.)
M spent the night with a friend in Houston(50 miles inland of Galveston).

By today, I was concerned about M as the motherfuckin'storm was bumped up to a category 5 (165 mile an hr winds) I called him this morning, evidently he had gotten the hell out of Dodge very early in the morning with Voodoo and was headed towards El Paso.
He was nearly in San Antonio when I called him this morning around 10am his time.
M told me when he got to his place in New Orleans,someone had stolen his gun, nothing else was missing, there was cat food left on the floor and gross disgusting,petrified hamburgers that made him gag, left there for probably 2 weeks. ycch. M took his computer tower,clothes,equipment,photos and will be back with a Uhaul truck for his furniture, later.
Before he left, I gave him a camera to snap some shots. Ill post them when I get them.
His sister had called to get him a motel in El Paso and they were telling the sister that people from the Galveston and Houston areas were already booking up rooms there so they'd have a place to go when fleeing from the storm

Its about 8 pm in El Paso, M is suppose to be there by now. Talk about a good TV drama-whew. Hope its all smooth from here on, poor guy, poor kitty.