Moving, kitties, and great boyfriends FTW!

Whew! Steve and I got so much done this week in terms of moving my stuff! Everything left that needs to be brought is in a pile in my now-empty living room. All that's left for me to do with the apartment is fill in a couple holes in the walls with putty (I am terrible at being able to put pictures up straight so I often have a cluster of holes where I made adjustments!), give everything a cleaning (oven, bathroom, fridge being the most urgent), and set up appointments with carpet cleaners and the maintenance guys to look it over and see how much of my deposit I get back! Hopefully the only thing I will get charged for is that spot of carpet by the door where my vacuum sucked the lining off. They weren't very clear in how that actually works, but from what I gathered they just take what they need and give back the rest.

My cats are adjusting surprisingly well to the new place. They caterwauled the whole way to Steve's, and Grim appeared to have peed on himself a little on the ride, but otherwise when we got to the house, they just prowled for awhile, found the catbox and food, and were content. Nero was all "SHELVES! SHEEELVESSSSUHHHH! OMG YESSSS SHELVES!!!!111!!" And squeezed his chubby self onto as many different shelves as he could. The worst that's happened is when Nero, the doofus, decided to climb behind all of Steve's systems and TVs and got himself stuck into a corner. I thought cats' whiskers were supposed to tell them when they were too big to fit somewhere? Nero ALWAYS gets stuck places.

OMG OMG the FUNNIEST thing happened last night. Steve and I were playing video games, and Grim found a plastic Cub bag. Grim LOVES chewing on plastic bags but knows it's not allowed because I HATE that sound. So he decides to be sneaky and grabs the bag and runs out into the hall with it. We forget about him for a minute until we hear the loud CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH of teeth gnashing on plastic. Steve leaves the room to find him and presumably snatch the bag away. A few minutes later he's not back, and I ask what's up. He says he can't find Grim. We spend the next 5 or so minutes searching for him, calling his name cutely to try to trick him... not a PEEP! Not even the sound of quiet shuffling plastic. Finally Steve goes BACK into his room and is like, "Omg, come here!" I look, and there behind the door, is Grim, hiding halfway inside the plastic bag, trying to be invisible. We laughed so hard! How can you be mad at the cleverness of a cat?

Moving, kitties, and great boyfriends FTW!

Whew! Steve and I got so much done this week in terms of moving my stuff! Everything left that needs to be brought is in a pile in my now-empty living room. All that's left for me to do with the apartment is fill in a couple holes in the walls with putty (I am terrible at being able to put pictures up straight so I often have a cluster of holes where I made adjustments!), give everything a cleaning (oven, bathroom, fridge being the most urgent), and set up appointments with carpet cleaners and the maintenance guys to look it over and see how much of my deposit I get back! Hopefully the only thing I will get charged for is that spot of carpet by the door where my vacuum sucked the lining off. They weren't very clear in how that actually works, but from what I gathered they just take what they need and give back the rest.

My cats are adjusting surprisingly well to the new place. They caterwauled the whole way to Steve's, and Grim appeared to have peed on himself a little on the ride, but otherwise when we got to the house, they just prowled for awhile, found the catbox and food, and were content. Nero was all "SHELVES! SHEEELVESSSSUHHHH! OMG YESSSS SHELVES!!!!111!!" And squeezed his chubby self onto as many different shelves as he could. The worst that's happened is when Nero, the doofus, decided to climb behind all of Steve's systems and TVs and got himself stuck into a corner. I thought cats' whiskers were supposed to tell them when they were too big to fit somewhere? Nero ALWAYS gets stuck places.

OMG OMG the FUNNIEST thing happened last night. Steve and I were playing video games, and Grim found a plastic Cub bag. Grim LOVES chewing on plastic bags but knows it's not allowed because I HATE that sound. So he decides to be sneaky and grabs the bag and runs out into the hall with it. We forget about him for a minute until we hear the loud CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH of teeth gnashing on plastic. Steve leaves the room to find him and presumably snatch the bag away. A few minutes later he's not back, and I ask what's up. He says he can't find Grim. We spend the next 5 or so minutes searching for him, calling his name cutely to try to trick him... not a PEEP! Not even the sound of quiet shuffling plastic. Finally Steve goes BACK into his room and is like, "Omg, come here!" I look, and there behind the door, is Grim, hiding halfway inside the plastic bag, trying to be invisible. We laughed so hard! How can you be mad at the cleverness of a cat?