Don't they look absolutely blissfully peaceful? They don't have a care in the world. Gaby and Geronimo were completely tuckered out last night and whilst I was on the phone carrying on a conversation with a friend, my littlest girl and my biggest fur-baby (although still technically a kitten!) settled in for a snooze.
Right now, I'd love nothing more than to be wrapped up in a tight little cocoon of warmth and sleep but alas, I am directing the efforts of three packers from the moving company as Gaby sits on the bed and watches yet another DVD and I chew my fingernails to the nubs. I've been reassured about a million times by the packers that everything is fine, yet there remains a load of laundry in the dryer, and a sink full of dishes I have yet to wash but am unable to because the kitchen is currently being packed up.
Matt is outside de-icing the patio furniture and getting that sorted to be packed and I'm sitting here giving directions, occupying Gaby and trying not to stress too much.
Yeah right. Who am I kidding? I'm stressed beyond belief and about to pull my hair out. I'm coming down with yet another bug but trying to will myself to get well. I woke up with a horribly sore throat, temperature and am starting to get congested. I'm shoving Zicam down my throat and pounding Tylenol like Jello-shots at a frat party! My liver is probably going to end up just as hateful as if I really were pounding jiggly alcoholic treats.
Whilst we get packed up today, we won't get loaded until tomorrow and then we're off to New York where we'll spend Thursday night, Friday, Saturday and Sunday pretty much camping while we wait for all of our stuff to be delivered on Monday morning. It's air mattresses and sleeping bags, take out meals and breakfast cereal in plastic disposable bowls. This is a routine that Gareth has been living since Sunday night; his only company being a small TV and DVD player and two very disoriented cats...Griffy and Gracie. Geronimo has remained here with us and is quite content to spend his time following us everywhere or snuggling with Gaby.
If you're asking yourself why I haven't mentioned Godiva...well, it's hard to even write the words. We have a very strict 3-pet policy in the house in NY and absolutely hated having to make the decision to re-home her, but we knew that being the youngest of our 4 cats, and as striking as she is, she would soon find a nice new home. Sure enough, an older woman with no other pets, who works out of her home creating hand-crafted pottery, adopted Godiva. We hated having to say goodbye to her but know that she'll be happy and well cared for.
On that note I am going to sign off for now. We won't have access to the internet (well I'm going to try and post from my phone, but it's anyone's guess how that will turn out!) until sometime NEXT week. Until then I'm going to sit back with Gaby and listen to the sounds of tape being pulled taught across big beige boxes, a happy fat cat cat snuggled next to us and purring loudly, and pray that this move goes smoothly and we settle in quickly and adapt to life in not only a new home, but a new state.
