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synnoveaevaelThe past few days have been a whirlwind of activity.
Savannah drove her southern ass all the way up from Kentucky JUST FOR ME.
I dragged her to BACONFEST. Fun was had. Then we went to my house, and we packed.
I went through two of my "I'll figure it out later" drawers and my closet and my living room closet.
Filled up a CONTRACTOR bag with garbage, and almost another full one. Two garbage bags of clothes to Good Will, a bag of shoes there too, and a bag of stuffed aminals.
*phew*
Monday Steph showed up with some Dunkin Donuts and we did more.
Boxed up a TON of crap, went through a lot of boxed crap and threw stuff out. It was a pain in the ass. Paired things down a LOT.
Also on Monday... Did the thing that's been stressing me the most.
Moved Juliet.
Now, I have never actually driven with her, due to random circumstance. So I had NO IDEA how she would react.
She was a lil' vocal for the first half hour. And whenever I'd shift her she'd go "WHY." I was concerned if she lost her shit, I'd Benadryl her. She's normally such a chill beastie.
But.
She was purring!
So okay. I figure she's either stressing so hard, or I don't know what.
I took her out of the carrier and she spent the next 3ish hours in my lap in a cute ball of purring kitten.
Then, I put her BACK in the carrier cause Andrew was still at the Haven. Showed her off where she was quiet. She did just fine though!
She was a bit vocal when we went back outside. I don't think she likes the cold air much. LOL
Then. OH THE FUN. We took her into the house.
I put her in the kitchen, and opened her carrier.
She did exactly what I thought she'd do. She crawled around the dining room all low to the ground. She perked her lil' head up and was nosy ALL over.
I told her to come on and follow me upstairs and she would take each step when I took one and look at me if it was okay to take the next (she hasn't had many stairs in her life, LOL).
She made a BEE LINE for Pippi's old room, which had a lot of cat hair in it, and I hadn't finished sweeping it, and she sniffed EVER EE THING. Chirping and purring the whole time. Looking at me all questioning. It was precious.
Then I started to walk into our room and she was like "I WILL FOLLOW YOU HOLD UP MAMA" and purred and ran towards me.
And she came in here, and I walked to my side of the bed and she looked up at me, and smelled my clothes and rubbed her face in them and then I put her on my bed. She smelled my pillow and rolled on the bed.
She eventually came back downstairs, and rolled on her back on the landing. She's been like a lil' puppie. She comes when you call her, and she runs around all over the place.
She's getting really used to the stairs and chased a gnat / fly / kitten fairy up them earlier!
She hasn't stopped purring since somewhere around 8pm on Tuesday.
28 hours later. SHE IS STILL PURRING.
Apparently last night she kept Steven company in the living room for a bit. She was having fun exploring.
Andrew's brushed the holy hell out of her fur. Makes her happy. She's sleeping by my feet right now in the bed.
I love the hell out of my cat. I slept like the DEAD last night. I think she was my biggest worry about this move.
Now I can focus on other things.
And freak out on them. :D
Savannah drove her southern ass all the way up from Kentucky JUST FOR ME.
I dragged her to BACONFEST. Fun was had. Then we went to my house, and we packed.
I went through two of my "I'll figure it out later" drawers and my closet and my living room closet.
Filled up a CONTRACTOR bag with garbage, and almost another full one. Two garbage bags of clothes to Good Will, a bag of shoes there too, and a bag of stuffed aminals.
*phew*
Monday Steph showed up with some Dunkin Donuts and we did more.
Boxed up a TON of crap, went through a lot of boxed crap and threw stuff out. It was a pain in the ass. Paired things down a LOT.
Also on Monday... Did the thing that's been stressing me the most.
Moved Juliet.
Now, I have never actually driven with her, due to random circumstance. So I had NO IDEA how she would react.
She was a lil' vocal for the first half hour. And whenever I'd shift her she'd go "WHY." I was concerned if she lost her shit, I'd Benadryl her. She's normally such a chill beastie.
But.
She was purring!
So okay. I figure she's either stressing so hard, or I don't know what.
I took her out of the carrier and she spent the next 3ish hours in my lap in a cute ball of purring kitten.
Then, I put her BACK in the carrier cause Andrew was still at the Haven. Showed her off where she was quiet. She did just fine though!
She was a bit vocal when we went back outside. I don't think she likes the cold air much. LOL
Then. OH THE FUN. We took her into the house.
I put her in the kitchen, and opened her carrier.
She did exactly what I thought she'd do. She crawled around the dining room all low to the ground. She perked her lil' head up and was nosy ALL over.
I told her to come on and follow me upstairs and she would take each step when I took one and look at me if it was okay to take the next (she hasn't had many stairs in her life, LOL).
She made a BEE LINE for Pippi's old room, which had a lot of cat hair in it, and I hadn't finished sweeping it, and she sniffed EVER EE THING. Chirping and purring the whole time. Looking at me all questioning. It was precious.
Then I started to walk into our room and she was like "I WILL FOLLOW YOU HOLD UP MAMA" and purred and ran towards me.
And she came in here, and I walked to my side of the bed and she looked up at me, and smelled my clothes and rubbed her face in them and then I put her on my bed. She smelled my pillow and rolled on the bed.
She eventually came back downstairs, and rolled on her back on the landing. She's been like a lil' puppie. She comes when you call her, and she runs around all over the place.
She's getting really used to the stairs and chased a gnat / fly / kitten fairy up them earlier!
She hasn't stopped purring since somewhere around 8pm on Tuesday.
28 hours later. SHE IS STILL PURRING.
Apparently last night she kept Steven company in the living room for a bit. She was having fun exploring.
Andrew's brushed the holy hell out of her fur. Makes her happy. She's sleeping by my feet right now in the bed.
I love the hell out of my cat. I slept like the DEAD last night. I think she was my biggest worry about this move.
Now I can focus on other things.
And freak out on them. :D
