One of my long time readers, Helen, gave me a lil nudge the other day. She politely pointed out that its been over a month (cringe) since my last post and her cats (pictured below) were desperately waiting for another post. Okay, maybe I added the desperately part, but nonetheless the picture worked and we can all thank Helen for this post.
This time I have a pretty valid excuse for not posting in over a month (cringe, again). We're moving! By October. So for the past several weeks my house has been in total disarray with boxes everywhere. I can not be creative in such cluttered conditions! Not buying it? Ok, well, there are still boxes everywhere and if I'm going to do anything after I get home from a long day at work, I'm going to sit on the couch and watch tv - err...pack. Packing leaves little time for blogging about my favorite orange fur ball.
Manny is taking the move in stride. I keep reminding him that he will be moving and needs to start packing his things. He stares blankly at me when I tell him that. Actually, so does The Husband now that I think about it. Since we started putting our possessions in cardboard boxes and shoving everything into the dinning room Manny has turned into the Move Inspector. Every morning I find him sniffing things and walking around the room just checking things out (how he found space to walk around in is beyond me). In fact he's sitting under the table as I write this under the same chair we find him every morning. The Husband thinks that Manny is watching over our stuff. I think Manny, not literate in calendar, is just making sure he is not going to be left behind come move day. As if that would happen. If I could put him in a box marked fragile now I would, but I'm pretty sure he would hate that.
So now besides packing (I hate packing) The Husband and I are in discussions over the best way to move Manny. The vet suggested valium. For Manny, that is. We also need to figure out a way to move that Godforsaken fish tank. The vet suggested valium. For me, not the fish. With all that to think about, I'm surprised I just don't sit on the couch and watch the Family Guy after work -- oh wait, I do.
With that said, I'm excited to be moving. My faster commute to work will be a dream; and I'm ready for a new adventure of sorts. Now if only I could snap my fingers and everything would be done for me, I'd be golden.
P.S. I leave for Ireland today. Yup, I'm a glutton. Good bye disarray, hellooo Emerald Isle.
Eddie, Esme and Simone, left to right in the photo. Helen writes, "Eddie gets called Eddie Spaghetti, and Simone is Simonee Spumoni - we haven't come up with an Italian connection for Esme". Mannicotti Biscotti loves the Italian nicknames, btw.
3 comments:
Welcome to my world of the past couple of weeks. My Husband and I are moving too. We got all the big stuff moved last weekend, we just have to get all that little crap and clean the other place. I brought our 3 cats, Tink, Miss Kitty and Rascal to their new home last night. I figured Rascal our extremely laid back male would take it it right away and my two females would be in hiding. Boy, did I have that pegged wrong. Tink just absolutely loves it! But she's siamese and himalayan and she has recognized that she has moved up in the world. The new place is quite a bit newer, nicer and bigger than our other house. Rascal and Miss Kitty are in hiding. Rascal more so than Miss Kitty. They are strange creatures.
As for your fish tank, drain 1/2 to 3/4 of the water out (this is depending on how big it is) then between a couple different people you should be able to carry it to a vehicle and it should ride rather safely with fish still in it. I've moved my tank that way about 6 times now and it's worked pretty good. The other way is fight to get all the fish in a bucket drain all of the water and go through that whole process. Bleck!
Enjoy Ireland!!
I'm so excited for you!! Moving is a huge adventure. And Manny will freak...no doubt in my mind!! When we moved here we had Roy's neurotic cat, CAT. He had issues. CAT hid for weeks after getting here and the only time I saw him was in the middle of the night when he was sneakin' up on the bed to massage my armpit. He weighted 12 pounds. Ever have a 12 pound cat in your armpit?? sneak in on a waterbed??? in the middle of the night??? No.
Very real piece of advice that I want you to take to heart.
Once you move Manny, keep shut up in a room for while. Please do not just open his crate up and let him run and hide in some place you never thought he could hide. Or run out the door when you aren't looking. My dentist moved his cat and just opened the crate up thinking that the cat would say, "Oh cool a new home. I love it." NO! That cat freaked and he never saw it again.
Valium will help with the move but once he's in his new home. keep him confined until he's no freaked out. It may be a couple of weeks so plan for that.
The fish...No clue.
I don't want you to lose Manny!
Nadine's tip seems good - to keep him in a room until you are done packing, that way you know he can explore without you losing him!
Don't feel bad about not blogging while you are so busy. It happens all the time. We miss your Manny stories, but understand you are busy!
I can't wait to hear about your trip to Ireland! We just watched P.S. I Love You, which has scenes in Ireland. I thought of you, of course!
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