We Have Landed
YMF and I got to seriouspenguin's house at about 10.45pm last night, and Johnny Trash arrived about an hour later. We had a comfy bed waiting for us and a nice big poo-poo box waiting for the Ungrateful Bastards. Have I mentioned how freakin' awesome seriouspenguin is? She is. Her dude, TallBoy is her equal in awesomeness, as he unloaded essential items from the truck and shoved a glass of wine in my hand forthwith.
It was a long hard slog, it was. Especially that last day. I have a few pictures and a couple of amusing stories involving: warnings, Cheney, cat smuggling, cats attempting to run away and join the circus, imaginary friends, lashing rain, and no one selling chewable coffee. But that may have to wait til I get my own computer set up.
Zoje (the cat, not me), is good. She had a fun couple of days as co-pilot, and several long hours passed out, completely exhausted behind the passenger seat.
The Phooka is handling the changes much better than we anticipated he would. Until now, he's only moved once in his little life, and that was traumatic for him. But he's spent the night and this morning being Adventure Cat in seriouspenguin's attic (our new groo-vay pad) and is most curious about these things we keep walking up and down (he's never experienced, nor seen really, stairs before).
Nepher is so full of rage that she's hissing and growling at inanimate objects. She's also spent the last three days pretending she's YMF's cat. Yes. Sleeping with him, being cute for him, and even being cute for me if Johnny Trash was looking. All Trash gets are menacing glowers and hisses as she runs away from him. Dayum, by the time she gets over this, we'll be shoving her into the carrier again only this time to go to Viet Nam!
Johnny Trash did really well on the ride, and except for that last bit last night, it was relatively stress-free. He ran out of undies yesterday, and so was insistent that we make it to the House that Love Built come hell or high water or state patrol.
I'm okay, tired, with swollen hands and feet. I wish we didn't have an entire truck to unload and clean, but ah well.
Ooooh, and now Trash has just let Zoje out down here. Stewart is ... hahahahahahahaha... He's asleep, in the middle of their bed, UNDER the blankets. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Okay, I must go avert possible crisis.
Glad to be sorta back, missed you all. Haven't had a chance to hit the f'list, so please let me know if anything exciting happened over the last few days.
It was a long hard slog, it was. Especially that last day. I have a few pictures and a couple of amusing stories involving: warnings, Cheney, cat smuggling, cats attempting to run away and join the circus, imaginary friends, lashing rain, and no one selling chewable coffee. But that may have to wait til I get my own computer set up.
Zoje (the cat, not me), is good. She had a fun couple of days as co-pilot, and several long hours passed out, completely exhausted behind the passenger seat.
The Phooka is handling the changes much better than we anticipated he would. Until now, he's only moved once in his little life, and that was traumatic for him. But he's spent the night and this morning being Adventure Cat in seriouspenguin's attic (our new groo-vay pad) and is most curious about these things we keep walking up and down (he's never experienced, nor seen really, stairs before).
Nepher is so full of rage that she's hissing and growling at inanimate objects. She's also spent the last three days pretending she's YMF's cat. Yes. Sleeping with him, being cute for him, and even being cute for me if Johnny Trash was looking. All Trash gets are menacing glowers and hisses as she runs away from him. Dayum, by the time she gets over this, we'll be shoving her into the carrier again only this time to go to Viet Nam!
Johnny Trash did really well on the ride, and except for that last bit last night, it was relatively stress-free. He ran out of undies yesterday, and so was insistent that we make it to the House that Love Built come hell or high water or state patrol.
I'm okay, tired, with swollen hands and feet. I wish we didn't have an entire truck to unload and clean, but ah well.
Ooooh, and now Trash has just let Zoje out down here. Stewart is ... hahahahahahahaha... He's asleep, in the middle of their bed, UNDER the blankets. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Okay, I must go avert possible crisis.
Glad to be sorta back, missed you all. Haven't had a chance to hit the f'list, so please let me know if anything exciting happened over the last few days.