The new home, day one report

My first night in the new home, I would have gotten a lot more sleep if, say, I had no cats.

Tig and Gracie spent about ten or eleven hours huddled in the bathroom vanity, caving for protection. Tigger came out first, and was so incredibly overstimulated by all the new things that I locked him in my room after about an hour. He kept running around and coming back to me panting and out of breath, either from excitement or panic. Either way, I also had enough of his yowling and meowing and burbling. Meantime, Gracie settled down rather quickly, so much so that I had no idea I’d locked her out of the room. I found out at seven this morning, when she yowled to be let back in. Tig had already woken me up. Then there was the call from Cavalier Telephone at eight to tell me they were on my way to fix my phone. The one at my old address. The one that they fixed. In fact, I’ve had the new phone since Thursday. It seemed pointless to have them turn it back on for a few hours, so I just used my cell all day Thursday.

I left the wireless router over at the old apartment, but I picked it up last night when I went on my computer run. (There wasn’t enough room in my Jeep for two cats in carriers, their litterbox, my work laptop, a few bags of important things that I didn’t leave to the movers, and my 17-inch HP notebook on top of all that.) But I was so damned tired the system stayed down until, well, a few minutes ago. I thought I’d have to reprogram the router. Nope. Fred (my system) is up and running just fine. But I’ve been rather busy. Or tired.

I have a zillion unpacked boxes, yet. I have a very clean fridge and oven. I unpacked my clothes, and I think I’ll get to the kitchen cabinets tonight. Oh, let’s face it. The wireless is back. I’ll get to it tomorrow.

Gracie is grooming herself in the office a few feet away from me. Tig is behind me, looking for a playmate. I don’t remember where I left his toys. We’ll have to make new ones. He’s calmed down quite a bit. Gracie hid when Heidi and Sorena came over. Tig popped his head out—literally. He was sleeping underneath the bureau, which is he soon going to be too big for, and all we saw was his head. Sarah got to see both of the cats, because she came over during the afternoon, while they were caving. She brought chocolates. This house had no chocolate until Sarah arrived. I knew there was something missing.

Think I’ll go work on some pictures for you now. Back soon.

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