Day 312: A Disturbing Development

I was so busy actually moving that I didn’t really take any pictures of the actual move in progress. I’m so grateful to Evan and Shane and Ashley for helping me, though. There is no way in hell I could have gotten it done without them.

Moving the cats to a new place has been the most hilarious and annoying thing ever. As soon as I let them out of their carriers at the new place, they bolted for hidden corners — bookshelves and closets. Sally especially was bewildered and unwilling to do anything but watch the movement with eyes big as planets. Observing them inspect every corner and door and box has provided plenty of laughs for me, but I’ve also had to yell at them to get off boxes, stop pawing at doors, get off the counter, please don’t eat and then barf up the leaves, etc. And the mewling. Holy crap. They just love to mewl so sadly and pathetically at 5 a.m. I hope that will stop eventually, because if it doesn’t, I’m gonna pull an Ursula on they asses and put their glowy little voices in a shell necklace and then laugh an evil, hearty, boob-jiggling laugh.

In my delirium during the sickness and the move and my exhaustion, I made up an ongoing Twitter story about how the cats staked out a closet and proclaimed it Catsylvania. Jack is the envoy and Sally is the queen. Samantha Y suggested that I get someone to illustrate the tweets. So, bored with unpacking, I did just that. You can see the first few installments of the Catsylvania Chronicles here if you are felinely inclined. Some day I will regain my sanity, but don’t hold your breath.

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