Weaz is ready
Happy Caturday – Moving Special. Yesterday was, simply put, ridiculous.
Since I was already in town, I started the moving process around 7am, carting over three carloads worth of life belongings I had accumulated at my brother’s house for temporary storage. Then around lunchtime I picked up this monster and drove home to meet up with Stew and pack up the big furniture. I was convinced this would take approximately 1 hour of loading time. This is most hilarious when you hear how long it actually took.
Clear the roads
Driving that truck was horrible and terrifying and I almost killed someone the second I merged onto I-77, which, by the way, I wasn’t even supposed to be on, but I had missed my exit. (My mom is cringing.)
I got home around 1pm. The process would not be complete until 1am. Did you catch the math on that? 12 HOURS OF MOVING. Haaa, it’s hilarious now.
What happened in between? Well, I inhaled a tempeh sandwich from Mellow Mushroom, bitched and complained about how heavy everything was, and talked for hours in cat voice.
Ralphie was a huge help
Weaz too
Then the real fun began. I only have one cat carrier and Ralphie alone fills it to the brim. I felt guilty imprisoning one cat while the other roamed free. So I decided it would be a brilliant idea to let them both just sit in the front seat.
OOOOOOK, Katie. Here comes the best part…
Aside from a little freaking out (on their part and mine), the first 40 minutes of the drive were pretty smooth. Ralphie sat in my lap and Weaz settled in in the litter box (because yes, of course I brought the litter box just in case). Weasel’s love of sitting in the litter box is gross, yes, but if that’s where she’s comfortable and quiet, so be it.
Stew was driving the big truck and had planned to stop at a Starbucks along the way. I almost didn’t stop because things were going so well and I didn’t want the cats to freak out. But Ralph started hyperventilating and I needed to get her water. If you’ve ever seen a cat pant, you know doom is imminent.
Oh, and was it ever. As it turns out, Ralphie wasn’t hyperventilating because she was thirsty. She was having a panic attack because she had to poop. Yes. She went into the back seat and proceeded to take a poop in the food dish I had so thoughtfully packed in case they wanted a snack.
WHY RALPHIE??
Luckily, I had a blanket down too so I balled up that and the whole food dish and chucked it all in the Starbucks dumpster. Sorry, Starbucks.
They were both perfect for the remaining hour of the drive. Weasel slept in my lap most of the way. Ralphie was embarrassed and hid in the litter box for a while but then came to sit on the console after I assured her I was not mad.
Now we’re here and sort of settled and they love it.
OH MY GOD I LOVE IT
I HOPE THIS ISN'T THE ONE I POOPED IN
Cannot. Stop. Laughing. Poor things, all of you! When I moved to L.A. in the middle of El Nino (read: torrential storms), my cat Max freaked out so bad he pooped himself _in his cat carrier_. I’m sure you can imagine what a mess that was (everyone needed a bath). So I applaud Ralphie’s ingenious use of the cat bowl, your quick dumpster solution, and of course your ability to be calm and reassuring through it all. Moving sucks, but this post and hilarious photo captions sure don’t!
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWESome. You have just graduated from the school of hard knocks. Secondary ed. starts with first home, children, college tuition, etc. Heehee.
I had to give my pet cat away a few years back. As we drove her to her new owners, she crapped on me. I was wearing a really nice pair of jeans, too. I figured it was her last goodbye. I couldn’t be mad since I was sad to see her go.
I laughed out loud at work. this is hilarious. You are braver then I.. the next time I move I decided that I will pay someone to do it for me while I sip on a latte.
laughing out loud at my desk…ahahahhahahaha