I guess daisies will have to do

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit. Moving is exhausting. Everything that is not my computer, my medications, or Doppel-Abbie is still in boxes and bags in my brother's former bedroom and I have access to the internet but not reliably e-mail because of an idiosyncratic interaction with the house network. But the cats are in the summer kitchen; I have set up my futon, desk, green basket chair, and beige-colored square of spare carpet in a cleared space surrounded by long-stored furniture of various provenance; Autolycus has already summited Other Mount Refrigerator twice and Hestia has colonized the very top of the stacked bookshelves as her personal aerie from which her eyes flash out like foxfire as she surveys this strange new land. She was also walking along the top of the mantel over the grill when I came down the second time, which puts her about four inches from the ceiling and all of the fragile objects usually stacked there very hastily relocated by me. Autolycus ran to me, leapt into my arms, clung to my shoulder and purred like an outboard motor. It is too hot and sticky for me to sleep in the summer kitchen tonight, especially since I will not be able to use the ceiling fan (it is within paw's reach of the cabinets that run alongside Other Mount Refrigerator, which goes to prove my point about cat-proofing), but I made the bed anyway and have my fingers crossed for cooler weather. They have both eaten dinner. They have been allowed to play with the blue denim catnip feather. Hestia is still wary of the nighttime noises and the outdoor smells and the tiny greenish insects that keep whacking themselves into the fluorescent light over the futon—she is hissing and growling more than I would like, especially at her brother who gives me a betrayed look every time—but she has also stretched out on the carpet to have her belly rubbed, leapt in beside me when I sat in the basket chair, and dragged her two favorite toys off into the white cardboard box that I left on its side as a cat nest. I don't like being separated from them during the night, but all signs point to them being all right without me, if still settling in. I will put Doppel-Abbie on the pillow beside me and unpack the box fan in the morning.

Comments

[tam_nonlinear]

I am glad they are managing. I hope this helps you manage.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear they're being philosophical. May that new floor be done in record time!

Nine

[pameladean]

I have been following this saga with great sympathy. They do seem to be tolerably resilient cats. I do hope you get cooler weather, and very much wish that I could send you some of ours, which is abnormal for the time of year but extremely welcome.

P.