This is day 2 in my new apartment. I finally found Lizzy the errant cat at the old place and coaxed her into the cat carrier using a mixture of guile and brute force, mostly brute force. Here's something you may or may not know (which, I suppose, could be said of just about anything.) If you are trying to install a cat in a cat carrier and meeting with too much resistance, the solution is to put the cat in the carrier ass-end first. I think this does two things: the cat doesn't see that she's being shoved into the carrier so she's not quite as worried and thus fights back with a little less vigor, and then I have always believed that stopping a cat is easier from the front. You almost can't stop a cat that is backing up. It's like they use a lower gear ratio for backing.
Once at the new apartment, Lizzie disappeared again. This time, instead of zero hiding places in a bare, cleaned out house requiring the use of the cat-sized interdimensional portal to which she seems to have access, the cluttered new apartment has 2.3 million hiding places, not to mention probably several cat-sized interdimensional portals. I'm not even going to try. She probably knows where the food and water is, and, more importantly, the litter box.
Uma, on the other hand, has adapted quickly and, while she seemed a little worried at first, has found all the old spots and many new spots to sit and ponder the random nature of the universe, as she is often wont to do. A new favorite, which is an old favorite in a new spot, really, is atop the printer, once right next to a window and perfectly suited for the daily Squirrel Watch but which now affords a great view of the street two stories below. To her delight, she discovered that if she steps on the button on the left edge of the printer's lid, she can still make the printer light up and make noises. Life is good.
Oh yeah. I still don't have the TV hooked up, as a matter of fact.
Still messing around at the old house, trying to finish moving, watching the foundation guys do their work, arranging for a hand rail for the basement stairs, hiring a house cleaning service. (Yep.) Closing day approaches.
Now I may go walk around and try to find Lizzie, which I won't, and then go to bed.
Lovely. Welcome home, gang. I'm following the Big Transition (Big T.) with wonder and awe. Best to you all. Glad to hear the Spirits in the printer deigned to move along with the plan. As we all know, they can be persnickety. Certainly, no small credit goes to Mme. Uma, she who summons the Voices from the Deep. And special good luck to Mme. Lizzie, she who slips between walls. And Happy Winter Solstice Day. Now the light begins it's return.
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