The day after the main mass of my old place was transferred to the new place, I went back and picked up my sweet fur-bellies so they could get acquainted with their new environment while I was here to provide comfort for their traumatized little emotions.
I put them in their carriers and secured them in the back of the truck and began the 25.3 mile drive from Titusville to Cape Canaveral. I was entreated with many vocalizations along the way and several different decibels, most of them very high in the megahertz range.
On arriving we met Shannon, her father, Don, and her 20-month old son, Tristan. I left the cats in their crates on the floor but opened the doors so they would know they could get out if they wanted. Tristan, who is just about the same size as Binks, thought this was a fabulous arrangement and proceeded to try and crawl inside the crate with Mr. Bond. Binks took advantage of this distraction by attempting to slink out of his crate behind Tristan's back so he could find somewhere to hide.
Just as he was about 3/4 of the way out of the crate, Tristan squealed with glee because Mr. Bond hissed at him (this is apparently hillarious to a 20-month-old). Binks panicked. Moved at lightning speed, he dashed from the crate onto the smooth wooden flooring of the foyer. Problems immediately emerged to impede his retreat. 1--he has no claws with which to grip a smooth surface; 2--the foyer is VERY smooth and uncarpeted; 3--he was peeing steadily as he ran because I hadn't considered whether he'd visited the box before stuffing him in his crate--his paws, tummy, tail, OK pretty much everything below the head, were all drenched.
I eventually caught up with him as he flailed in place in the middle of the floor and put my hand down on his scruff, effectively immobilizing him. Don, still somewhat out of sorts by the initial mad dash, was a bit beside himself as he looked at the floor ... and looked at Binks ... and looked at Shannon ... and looked at me ... and finally asked in utter disbelief, "Is that pee?"
And thus the foyer was christened by Binks during his first 60 seconds in his new home.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
So I Moved . . . Again
Yeah, that's me. One step ahead of something. I have no idea what I'm trying to stay ahead of, but doggonit, I'm staying ahead of it.
Yep. All that stuff. Moved it again. In the same boxes it was in the last two - sometimes 3 - times I moved it.
I did however, unload the fabulous Vanilla colored sofa and love seat that I purchased on arriving in Florida. I sold those to B since he loves napping on them so much. They are beautiful, but two things prevented me from carrying them along. The first is the constant frustration of trying to keep Vanilla colored fabric from showing every black hair my sweet little fur-bellies leave behind--and they leave behind a LOT of hair. The second is space. I am now the secondary renter and thus have the two smaller rooms. My new roommate/land lady already has a lovely set of eggplant colored living room furniture which thankfully does not show all that black hair. I guess there's a third reason, too. I didn't want to bother with a storage unit to keep them for some future date when I'd have to...move them again.
I also left B the free furniture I got from Erin when he moved last year--the futon and entertainment unit. I've visited the old place since I left, and he is making good use of these, and of the pantry/work bench I put in the kitchen to make up for the horrible lack in storage space there.
The rest of it all came. About 1/4 of it still remains in the garage patiently awaiting the moment that I remember the rule I set for myself upon moving in (and promptly forgot)--that being "never go upstairs empty handed." That lasted approximately 1 week.
In my defense, though, I've had a mutant in my armpit that first made it painful to move because it was big, painful, and growing rapidly; then I had it removed and had 2 feet of sterile shoe string shoved inside the hole to drain any remaining OOK out of it. NOT a process I recommend for any conscious individual. Dr. Blue Eyes said it was an abscess about the size of a golf ball. Felt more like an elephant, but he's the one who got to see it. Personally, I didn't want anything to do with the bloody pussy thing. Ew.
So I haven't been online much in the meantime because I was using Shannon's (new roommate) PC, which currently has a virus of grand proportions, and not nearly enough RAM. I think Yaw's working on those issues for her. I couldn't use my PC yet, because I needed a wireless network card or some such creature to access Shannon's wireless router. Yaw fixed that for me as a Christmas gift--yay! I am still having a problem getting onto Guild Wars, but I think I know how to fix it--I'll bat my eyes at Yaw again! ;-)
Ahhh...It's good to be back on my own PC.
Yep. All that stuff. Moved it again. In the same boxes it was in the last two - sometimes 3 - times I moved it.
I did however, unload the fabulous Vanilla colored sofa and love seat that I purchased on arriving in Florida. I sold those to B since he loves napping on them so much. They are beautiful, but two things prevented me from carrying them along. The first is the constant frustration of trying to keep Vanilla colored fabric from showing every black hair my sweet little fur-bellies leave behind--and they leave behind a LOT of hair. The second is space. I am now the secondary renter and thus have the two smaller rooms. My new roommate/land lady already has a lovely set of eggplant colored living room furniture which thankfully does not show all that black hair. I guess there's a third reason, too. I didn't want to bother with a storage unit to keep them for some future date when I'd have to...move them again.
I also left B the free furniture I got from Erin when he moved last year--the futon and entertainment unit. I've visited the old place since I left, and he is making good use of these, and of the pantry/work bench I put in the kitchen to make up for the horrible lack in storage space there.
The rest of it all came. About 1/4 of it still remains in the garage patiently awaiting the moment that I remember the rule I set for myself upon moving in (and promptly forgot)--that being "never go upstairs empty handed." That lasted approximately 1 week.
In my defense, though, I've had a mutant in my armpit that first made it painful to move because it was big, painful, and growing rapidly; then I had it removed and had 2 feet of sterile shoe string shoved inside the hole to drain any remaining OOK out of it. NOT a process I recommend for any conscious individual. Dr. Blue Eyes said it was an abscess about the size of a golf ball. Felt more like an elephant, but he's the one who got to see it. Personally, I didn't want anything to do with the bloody pussy thing. Ew.
So I haven't been online much in the meantime because I was using Shannon's (new roommate) PC, which currently has a virus of grand proportions, and not nearly enough RAM. I think Yaw's working on those issues for her. I couldn't use my PC yet, because I needed a wireless network card or some such creature to access Shannon's wireless router. Yaw fixed that for me as a Christmas gift--yay! I am still having a problem getting onto Guild Wars, but I think I know how to fix it--I'll bat my eyes at Yaw again! ;-)
Ahhh...It's good to be back on my own PC.
Friday, December 07, 2007
I look forward into sunrise;
At night, Orion leads the way.
A mystery awaits me;
A challenge for my day.
I give blessings to the sunrise;
For its gift of hope and light.
I give thanks to strong Orion;
His strength upholds me in my plight.
If lost I shall find solace;
Where it will always be.
By day or night, the brilliant sky;
Is watching over me.
At night, Orion leads the way.
A mystery awaits me;
A challenge for my day.
I give blessings to the sunrise;
For its gift of hope and light.
I give thanks to strong Orion;
His strength upholds me in my plight.
If lost I shall find solace;
Where it will always be.
By day or night, the brilliant sky;
Is watching over me.
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