Two cats on an even bigger plane
“Mew”
“MEW”
“Roooooow”
“mew’
“MEAIOW”
“Rooeuiouow”
At least I *guess* that’s what they were saying all on the way over, because that’s certainly all they said for the first hour of arriving in the apartment.
The cats arrived. Both very hot, very confused, very vocal and not remotely dead. I was expecting them to be dead, I can’t deny it. I was so scared.
In fact, when the woman from the firm that was meant to be delivering them called unexpectedly, I was so scared I hid in the wardrobe while my beloved answered the phone (a duvet being unavailable to me at that time).
She rang not to say they were dead, but to say they were on their way. And then half an hour later, they arrived, and they ran out of their wooden crates and suspiciously strode around the flat, shouting, loudly. And panting. And generally looking very hot, very confused, dehydrated and quite pissed off, frankly.
We took them to where the new litter tray was, and showed them the water bowls and the food laid out in the bowls brought from the kitchen floor at home (the bowls, I mean, the ones that say ‘CAT’ and ‘RABBIT’ - see, I told you the fact our baggage wasn’t too heavy was a fucking miracle)
And they continued striding around, drinking a lot and shouting for the next hour or so. And then, at some point, they suddenly became ok with the fact that it was really us and everything was ok. The purring started, and the normal behaviour, and now Widget’s lying on the windowsill behind me, tired from chasing shadows around the room, and Squirrel’s perched on the very tallest thing she can find in the room - which is a two and a half foot tall suitcase, disappointingly for her, as we still don’t have any sodding furniture.
And that’s it. I’m going to have some strawberries and some sparkling Californian wine to celebrate having got here and not having any dead cats.
But I’m done with the diaryising now. Not the blogging, obvs. But the move-diary. The straight forward “And today I did this. And then I did this” because I don’t *really* do that. No, I’m afraid we’re back to the normal tiny stories and observations and musings and things.
Otherwise it’s all a bit un-private. And also I’m quite boring, day to day: “Waited in for a sofa to arrive. It didn’t so I made some coffee and then read the internets”. So back to normal service around here. Kind of.
Kind of normal service, but outsourced to California. And far, FAR more frequent.
Congrats on the move Anna. I’m glad everyone is OK. And I am looking forward to hearing your views of the Left Coast.
Comment by Brian — 3 September, 2008 10:23 pm
So so SO pleased they are okay. I have a tear in my left eye.
Comment by Miss T — 3 September, 2008 11:26 pm
Yeay, they were very brave and should have daily extra nose kisses for at least a week.
Mind you, you were also very brave…you may choose your own reward from the beloved ;)
Comment by LizSara — 4 September, 2008 12:41 am
Happy new house/country/adventures to you all.
Comment by Lisa — 4 September, 2008 1:30 am
hooray for getting there safely, ALL of you, furry and not furry. enjoy it. am kind of jealous.
Comment by lucy p — 4 September, 2008 2:31 am
Congratulations. Looking forward to the observations on US.
Comment by neutrino — 4 September, 2008 2:33 am
That makes you another american blogger lol. Why have you emigrated? (I know the UK aint San Francisco and I am sure San Fransico is much nicer - then again i am just being nosey!)
Comment by Hannah — 4 September, 2008 2:56 am
Yay! You did it! Everyone has the full complement of limbs and is breathing! Excellent. Enjoy the fizz, is well deserves. Look forward to the new improved service frequency little red boat.
Comment by Jaywalker — 4 September, 2008 5:12 am
Yay! Successful kitting transportation. It’s nerve-wracking sending them on their own like that. Now it can feel a little more like home, at least.
On with the adventure!
Comment by Dawn — 4 September, 2008 9:00 am
Aw. And yay! Do cats get jetlag? And with your sofa non-arrival, does it seem like US services are as shoddy as UK ones? At least you have internet. Sometimes I refuse to move just because of how looooong it takes to get reconnected. Excellent American internet!
Comment by Rachel — 4 September, 2008 9:05 am
I’m sooo happy that they’re better now. Because nobody likes a dehydrated pussy.
Welcome back!
Comment by Meg — 5 September, 2008 4:26 am