If I type on the computer, David thinks I'm doing something relative to the move.
"I'm changing addresses, hon!" I call out to him in a "Snow White" voice.
I can hear the tape ripping upstairs as he's taping boxes. Ha. Ha.
I've been packing, de-garbaging, organizing, and sorting for 3 weeks now and I'm completely fed up. Looks like I'm not the only one:
This is "Jeffrey" my foster kitten. What you can't see if that he's sitting on top of 4 huge boxes.Maggie looks a little ticked off too. But she looks "ticked off" quite elegantly in her pink scarf!
Ever wonder where all your cat toys go? Here's your answer: Everthing I move in the house has copious amounts of cat toys under it, abandoned in a pile of dust with some dried cat pee thrown in. "Look! A pill bottle in the midst" I wonder who didn't get their meds because I couldn't find them?
The packers come tomorrow, and we're going to a hotel. I'm guessing this will be my last blog post for a few days as I move and pray I have internet shortly after I arrive. I'm going to need a brag-fest on my new cat den and will hope I can find my camera to take a few pictures.
Until then....Please don't forget about the cats in the shelter. I haven't.