I counted them all out...
Posted: Monday, 17 July 2006 |
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After three weeks packing and two and a half days transferring stuff (Junk - mercy, no!) one mile up the road, we (me, the husband and MC) have finally arrived with all 250 boxes (we hope!) and more furniture than you could shake a stick at.
We tried to have a wonderful list of each box (per room) numbered and marked E (essential), S (stand-by) or L (long term), in case it took us a while to get everything unpacked. The first failure was I left my list behind so ended up rumaging through rooms of boxes for some filing trays while the husband managed to unpack his office and bedroom in a flick of his wrist. How did he do it, I have no idea! I'm still in a sea of jumpers determined not to put them all back in the wardrobe, but drawn by the possibility of a three-week snow-in when they would be absolutely essential.
MC amazed us all by settling in really quickly. There was a definite look of 'so THAT'S what all the upheaval has been about - if only you said!' about him. He loved running through all the up-ended furniture and over all the boxes, pausing only to consider the new (and wonderous) views from the various windows.
To mark the occasion he caught and devoured half a rabbit in the first 24 hours. He then popped a sign at the end of the drive saying - 'Second-hand rabbits for sale - only eaten once' and a local gull dropped by to oblige his new trade.
He did have to cope with LWTCF (Life without the cat flap). For most of the first full day, we had doors open - 'cos there was such a shining thing in the sky and 'twas VERY hot and on the first night he obliged by using the litter tray with lots of scraping at 2am.
However, he still insisted on going out at 4am, much to the husband's disgust. I DID try to tell the husband to ignore MC, so he got used to the idea of staying in all night, but apparently MC was licking the husband's face.
MC has never been subtle about waking us up. When a young kitten his favourite was to sit on your chest and purr in your face until you woke. Once, when the husband was away, I found MC was patting me on the forehead with his paw when I woke, before he purred with delight at his success.
Last night he also wanted out at 4am but was caught in a strom and was not best pleased at waiting until 7am to be let back in, so he's now sleeping off the stress of it all in a 'favourite chair'.
I think I'll join him (in another chair - of course). I expect I'll have a nightmare about sleeping on a giant jumper in a filing tray.
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glad the move went reasonably ok for you, & that MC approves, always easier when the cat approves (husband's approval is never required, they just do as they are told - if they are wise!). Mia is not the happiest kitty at the moment, the temp down here is not really ideal for long furry coats, I keep expecting the pole dance to turn into a rain dance!
jas from central belt
Congratulations on the move!, I last moved over two years ago and still have boxes that have nenver needed to be opened, even when panicking over where my passport was. My advice is to stick it in a hard to reach cupboard for a couple of years then take it to the charity shop
Sunny from Under a heap of Icecream, Lamlash
Life without a catflap? You don't have to be filthy rich to have a catflap y'know. I am rather worried about the Mighty Calvin being sans flap, as I would be in one without one........if you see what I mean. I also feel concerned about mia becoming overheated. And yet, at the same time - oddly interested.
Flying Cat from looking concerned
Unfortunately the new home is not within our control of adding such excesses as cat flaps. Still the kitchen window is left ajar to my satisfaction, despite not being allowed past the kitchen door during my night patrols. All I did was to have a bird's entrails left in the living room carpet and a rabbit's bit's at the bottom of the stairs. What do they expect a cat to get as house-warming presents. I even caught two mice in my first week. Although the taste of one was enough to make me sick. I left the other for them which they also do not appreciate. Still I have many prey to catch and seemingly little opposition and a veritable trade in second-hand corpses to supply, so just a few more sleepy hours before pouncing into action. zzzzzzz
MC from Comfortable Chair, dictating this message
You are indeed an admirable feline, MC. Really, a cat could do no more, and yet, somehow, there's just no pleasing the bipeds when it comes to housewarming presents, no matter how carefully chosen and presented. Sometimes cultural differences are just so hard to reconcile. With me it's the avain population I find hard to get to grips with. Metaphorically speaking. Nice to have no opposition though. Wish I didn't. Sigh.
Flying Cat from Station Frogwatch
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