Moving times
May. 31st, 2005 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hdsqrlWell, it's all done. Yay! I'm officially moved. The old house has been cleaned, the keys have been turned in, the utilities have been shut off in my name as of tomorrow. There's no going back, at least not to that house, and I'm 100% okay with it. There are a ton of things left to unpack and I'm a bit nervous today, leaving the kids to their own devices in The House Filled With Valuable Things, but hopefully it'll all go okay. They've been instructed to call me if they have any questions.
It was a relatively uneventful move...getting the second set of cats moved was a little crazy though...oh, there's a story there. We'd gotten a second carrier to go with C's carrier, so we could move all 4 cats at once, 2 in each carrier. Only we forgot to bring the first carrier with us when we went to the old house in the morning. So we brought 2 cats down with all the stuff we'd packed, and after we got the animals inside, I'd go back up and get the other 2 cats. I brought the bigger carrier that time, so they wouldn't be so squished. Not sure why I didn't just bring the 2 with me, as that would have made sense, but I was tired, so...whatever. There I was, at the old house, with one carrier and 2 cats to move. The first 2 cats didn't put up any sort of a fight, so I figured this would be easy. Not so. The 2 remaining cats are males, and they didn't take too kindly to being put into the same box, apparently. After locking myself and both cats into one empty bedroom, and after waiting for the orange one to wear himself out fighting against the empty box, I finally managed to get the black one into the box as well. Once they were both in there, they were okay. So into the car we went, and as cats usually do when riding in a car, they sat quietly for awhile, and then would meow so sadly for awhile...go quiet, then meow...go quiet, then meow. Soon enough, we were on the access road leading to C's place...err...OUR place, I guess I can now say.
Suddenly the black one, Jack, starts REALLY meowing, and turning around in circles in the box. Poor Jack, I thought...he must be going crazy in that box. "Shhh..." I told him. "We'll be home soon..."
And then I smelled it. Oh no... thought I. Surely NOT...
Well, yes. Surely so. I looked over, and there by the front of the carrier sat a little pile of poop. Oh hell. And Jack continued to turn around and meow. Fuck. Okay, so...I'd be reaching C's within 5 minutes, so I just rolled down the windows and continued to coo at him, hoping he would sit still and not make more of a mess. I couldn't be so lucky. I looked over again, and there sat the orange one, Tumbleweed, looking out at me with a freshly laid turd sitting atop his head. Jesus-fucking-christ. Poor Tumbles had a WHATTHEFUCK sort of expression on his face, and Jack continued to turn around and around, stepping in the mess and smearing it all over the inside of the carrier. Goddamn.
I finally reached C's, and jumped out of the car, grabbing the carrier as I went, and I dashed into the house, warning C to stay out of the bathroom until I told him the case was clear. "Something" had gone awry with the cats, and I had a mess to clean up.
There's really not a neat way to bathe two cats that are covered in shit...not really a neat way at all. And of course when cats get wet, they shake to get the water off, and when they've only been initially wet, and then they shake, the now liquified shit has a way of getting sprayed around the bathroom. Which, of course, being the bathroom on the main level of the House Filled With Valuable Things, it's got the decorative towels and fancy shower curtain, and so on. If I wasn't so panicked about C finding out what my horrid beasties had done before even MOVING INTO THE HOUSE, it would've been funny to me. But at the time, all I could think about was getting the crap cleaned off the walls and changing my clothes and hoping to GOD that it didn't get in my hair, because C still needed help emptying out the boxes and furniture from the trailers and I really didn't want to have to take extra time to shower all over again...
Luckily, my shirt was the only thing that needed to be changed, by some miracle, so once the cats were clean, and the carrier was clean, and the bathroom was clean...*pant, pant, pant*...the moving process could get rolling again.
Bless C's heart...he worked his ass off this weekend. I'll have to think of some way to repay him for that. Something special I could do for him. Hmm. Maybe I'll make his 2-day burrito sauce next week. That stuff is good.
We carpooled in to work today, which was odd, but nice, I guess. I get the feeling he's not quite comfortable with me being the one driving to work...if the weather's nice this week, maybe we can ride the bike in on a few days. That'd be fun.
Guess I should hit the grindstone now...got much to do today. But thank god the moving is done. W00t!
It was a relatively uneventful move...getting the second set of cats moved was a little crazy though...oh, there's a story there. We'd gotten a second carrier to go with C's carrier, so we could move all 4 cats at once, 2 in each carrier. Only we forgot to bring the first carrier with us when we went to the old house in the morning. So we brought 2 cats down with all the stuff we'd packed, and after we got the animals inside, I'd go back up and get the other 2 cats. I brought the bigger carrier that time, so they wouldn't be so squished. Not sure why I didn't just bring the 2 with me, as that would have made sense, but I was tired, so...whatever. There I was, at the old house, with one carrier and 2 cats to move. The first 2 cats didn't put up any sort of a fight, so I figured this would be easy. Not so. The 2 remaining cats are males, and they didn't take too kindly to being put into the same box, apparently. After locking myself and both cats into one empty bedroom, and after waiting for the orange one to wear himself out fighting against the empty box, I finally managed to get the black one into the box as well. Once they were both in there, they were okay. So into the car we went, and as cats usually do when riding in a car, they sat quietly for awhile, and then would meow so sadly for awhile...go quiet, then meow...go quiet, then meow. Soon enough, we were on the access road leading to C's place...err...OUR place, I guess I can now say.
Suddenly the black one, Jack, starts REALLY meowing, and turning around in circles in the box. Poor Jack, I thought...he must be going crazy in that box. "Shhh..." I told him. "We'll be home soon..."
And then I smelled it. Oh no... thought I. Surely NOT...
Well, yes. Surely so. I looked over, and there by the front of the carrier sat a little pile of poop. Oh hell. And Jack continued to turn around and meow. Fuck. Okay, so...I'd be reaching C's within 5 minutes, so I just rolled down the windows and continued to coo at him, hoping he would sit still and not make more of a mess. I couldn't be so lucky. I looked over again, and there sat the orange one, Tumbleweed, looking out at me with a freshly laid turd sitting atop his head. Jesus-fucking-christ. Poor Tumbles had a WHATTHEFUCK sort of expression on his face, and Jack continued to turn around and around, stepping in the mess and smearing it all over the inside of the carrier. Goddamn.
I finally reached C's, and jumped out of the car, grabbing the carrier as I went, and I dashed into the house, warning C to stay out of the bathroom until I told him the case was clear. "Something" had gone awry with the cats, and I had a mess to clean up.
There's really not a neat way to bathe two cats that are covered in shit...not really a neat way at all. And of course when cats get wet, they shake to get the water off, and when they've only been initially wet, and then they shake, the now liquified shit has a way of getting sprayed around the bathroom. Which, of course, being the bathroom on the main level of the House Filled With Valuable Things, it's got the decorative towels and fancy shower curtain, and so on. If I wasn't so panicked about C finding out what my horrid beasties had done before even MOVING INTO THE HOUSE, it would've been funny to me. But at the time, all I could think about was getting the crap cleaned off the walls and changing my clothes and hoping to GOD that it didn't get in my hair, because C still needed help emptying out the boxes and furniture from the trailers and I really didn't want to have to take extra time to shower all over again...
Luckily, my shirt was the only thing that needed to be changed, by some miracle, so once the cats were clean, and the carrier was clean, and the bathroom was clean...*pant, pant, pant*...the moving process could get rolling again.
Bless C's heart...he worked his ass off this weekend. I'll have to think of some way to repay him for that. Something special I could do for him. Hmm. Maybe I'll make his 2-day burrito sauce next week. That stuff is good.
We carpooled in to work today, which was odd, but nice, I guess. I get the feeling he's not quite comfortable with me being the one driving to work...if the weather's nice this week, maybe we can ride the bike in on a few days. That'd be fun.
Guess I should hit the grindstone now...got much to do today. But thank god the moving is done. W00t!
