Okay, I’m finally catching up with others and ready to create some posts of my own. I hope to get back into a posting routine. And I hope folks are still out there.
So let’s talk about the most important part of moving – the cats.
Honestly, one of the very most stressful things about moving day was worrying about being able to catch the cats and get them in their travel cages so that they would be safe and contained once the movers were there. I figured on catching Zoe first and that turned out to be pretty simple. She likes to hang with me pretty much wherever I am so I sat in the office and just waited for her to come to me. Shoving her in her carrier was more work than you’d think for a relatively tiny cat. She put up a fuss, yelling and fighting while I shoved – but in she went.
After the yelling and fussing, I figured Charlie would be hidden under the bed but no, there he was snoozing on the end of the bed. it was a simple matter of picking up twenty pounds of cat and holding him tightly with one arm while leaning on the walker and steering with the other. I didn’t want to bring his basket in with me and potentially frighten him into running. He was a lot easier to plop into the carrier since his carrier in a picnic basket type.
Two unhappy cats went into the laundry room where they could rest quietly in the dark while the movers compled around. So when everything was out of the house, two cats went with me, T followed in her truck with the coolers and other things that didn’t go on the truck and, of course, the moving truck. That was the longest distance I’ve driven in a long time. I thought I had timed the drugs right so they should be out of my system but — not so much. So it was a kind of stressful drive with me feeling not-quite-right, two howling cats and the realization that my driver’s license was expired.
But we got there! It’s maybe a 40 minute drive from Shell when you’re being extra careful since you’re probably a little impaired and your license is expired. Thirty minutes on a good day. An hour and a half going the other direction on a Friday evening in the summer.
Now I can share some pictures! We’re stuck with phone pictures which would actually be pretty good if I could hold the phone steady. Right now editing photos at the big computer isn’t gong to happen.
The most important new furniture actually came within days of moving in. Our new cat tree! Both cats like it and Charlie enjoys scratching on the scratching posts instead of my new sofa and chair. That’s a win for me. They both have explored it and Zoe in particular enjoys playing on it. She tends to smack Charlie from her perch if she thinks he’s going to try to get up on the tree. As long as he uses the scratching posts I don’t much care what else they do with it.
At first we put it in the corner of the living room. The other end of the room – by the patio door – was filled with clutter that hadn’t found a home yet.
Before we could move the cat tree, some of the stuff that belongs on the walls had to get put up – you know, so they weren’t on the floor anymore. J came by Wednesday afternoon to do that.
Getting stuff up and moving the clutter enabled me to move the lappie out here to the living room so that I can more easily type and post. I’ve ordered a dining table so we’ll change out the folding table soon.
Which means that the cat tree is now at home in front of the patio doors. There is a heating vent right there making it a little tricky but both cats really love its new placement where they can look out the window and survey their domain. Of course, Zoe still owns the tree but Charlie still owns the scratching posts so all is good in our world.
Charlie still avoids photos as much as possible. Here is a bad picture of him in one of his favorite sleeping spots on the back of the sofa (which is the reason for the afghan). He really had me worried for a while. Zoe adjusted pretty quickly but Charlie spent a couple weeks under the bed, refusing to eat. He’s back to more his normal self although he still heads under the bed at the first sign of trouble. At least he is coming out to see T when she is here again, and eating.