What A Difference A Year Makes

Wow.

 A year ago this was the dining room.

Nothing on the walls, nothing in the fridge, everything in boxes.

The new house was empty (almost) and waiting.

yup, it was empty all right. But not for long.

Holy Bast, am I glad THAT'S done.

Gone

Mom went to the old apartment yesterday to run the rug sucking monster all around, clean the place up.  She took these pictures of the empty place.

This is from the living room looking into Mom's sewing studio.

This was Mom's bedroom. She said she couldn't believe how tatty it looked. (I dunno what that means, but it doesn't sound nice.)

This is the dining rom.

This is the kitchen looking in from the dining room.

I already like the new place better. 

Paper!

Firsts things first.  I slept right next to Mom on her bed all night last night.

Next, I spend a lot of time on the new kitty condo. I can see a lot from up there. (Derby & Ducky, the reason there are windows between Mom's bedroom and the studio is the studio is room that was added on to the house after it was built.)

Now on to the paper...

 Mom wrapped all her stuff in paper so it wouldn't break while it got moved around.  She used lots of paper.

I have been having a lot of fun running around in it, and playing.

There's paper everywhere, and I think it's great.

Mom, not so much.

M-word Preview

Mom woke up early yesterday and put "tranks" in my foods. I'm no dummy. I wouldn't eat them. 

However I got jammed in the crate anyway. 

I was able to snoopervise. 

Mom was as good as her word. She stayed with me the whole time. It took the giants just 90 minutes to fill the truck. 

It took them about two hours to move it all into the new house. 

I watched from the kitchen counter. 

The first thing the brought into the house was my kitty condo. 

After they left Mom opened the door to the crate. I stayed put. 

I waited until it was safe and THEN I got out. 

Where did I go?

Under the bed!!!

I waited a good long while. Then I went exploring. The new place is different. There is lots of stuff to investigate. 

More later. This is the best mom and I could do using her cell phone to post. 

The M-word Impementation

Today is The Day. Today is the day the M-word will be implemented. Mom will try to give me "tranks" and then catch me and put me in the cage where she thinks I will stay all day long.  She has made sure I cannot escape by attaching the bottom to the sides with tie-wraps. (Last time I was almost able to push the base out.)

Three guys and very big truck will be coming here. The guys will pick up every box and every piece of furniture and artwork and put it all in the big truck. Mom says I will go with her in the metal masheen. We will drive the 4.5 miles to the new house, and the guys will take everything out of the truck and put it in the house where Mom tells them to. I will be stuck in the cage until they leave.

Kitties, it will not be pretty. I know this.

Mom says when the guys and the big truck leave she will let me out of the cage. She says she will make sure my kitty condo (the one I have now), my litter box, my heated cat cup and other beds will be all set up, as will be my special foods place. THEN she will let me out of the cage and I can explore. 

Mom says the innernets won't be set up until later tomorrow, but she will help me update my blog so you can all see what the new house looks like with all our junk our stuff.

You may see the stuff. I may hide under the bed.

Almost, But Not Quite

Mom has finished packing. The bureaus are empty. The drawers are empty. The cabinets are empty. The coldbox is (almost) empty. The bookcases are empty. The walls are bare. The basement is empty. The hallways are empty. The porch is empty. Even the big table has shrunk.

Today is not the day we implement the M-word, but it will happen very, very soon.  Mom was over there yesterday putting stuff away, hanging a blind in the kitchen and filling the coldbox there. Today some guys are going to suck the rugs and make them clean.  Yuk! I don't even want to think about that.

I do not like it this way. I want all my stuff. Mom says I shouldn't worry, that when she goes, I'll go too, but I have heard words like "tranks" and "cage" and I am pretty sure I won't be having a lot of fun.

I'll see you on the flip side, I guess.

Before and After

Lookit the basement before. (this was taken in March of 2013)

This photo was taken yesterday.

If that wasn't amazing, this REALLY is...

This is how many more days until the M-word is implemented.

It can't be that bad, can it?

Sunday Sneak Peek

The new house is empty (except for some stuff Mom brought over). Here are some sneak peeks.

In New Hampster, friends come in the side door, not the front door. This is the side door entrance. The washing and drying monsters are here. Yes, those are bunnies on the wallpaper. Mom likes them so they will stay. Mom brought in the red rug.

This is the guest human litterbox room. Mom doesn't like the wallpaper or the vanity but says she can change them later. Like the hallway, this room has a skylight, and Mom likes that a lot. Mom has already made sure it has all the stuff anybean needs.

This will be Mom's sewing studio. As you can see there are lots of places for a kitty to watch BirdTV.

LOOKIT THIS! My own private BirdTV channel. Oh my Bast! I can't wait. Mom says there are sqwirrls too.

Go Go Goodbye Couch

This is our little couch. Mom thinks it's was ugly and the cushions are flat, so she sinks into it whenever she sits on it.

Mom hates it.

I like it because I can scratch it.

Mom says it is NOT going to the new house. Today some of her day hunting pals are coming to take it to the dump.

A lot of stuff is go-go-going. The washing monster and the drying monster are both go-go-going. (Actually the monsters are going to somebody who can use them.)  Mom says there's a lot of other so-called junk that's going to the dump too. (Like that rug!)

I am snoopervising everything.  A week from today, we will be in our new house, and I will FINALLY get to see what will replace my window cat hammock.

These Aren't the Droids You're Looking For...

Remember in the movie "Star Wars" Obi-wan Kenobi told the storm troopers "These aren't the droids you're looking for," to make them think they were looking at something else?  Well, lookit this.

 Mom says that I am, on no account, to pay attention to the suitcase on the bed.

Really.

Hellllll-OH---OH! I'm a CAT, remember? Cat = Curious.

Yeah, sure. This from the lady who told my my cat hammock problem was "teeny weeny and not worth worrying about."

I'm a CAT, not a DOG, for Heaven's sake. I may have been born AT night, but I wasn't born LAST night.

(harumph)

Mom put some clothes in the suitcase. Not her working clothes, but her weekend clothes. She put extra undies and socks in there, and a nightgown, and her hat and her jewelry.

She emptied out her bureau and put all the stuff in a big box. She added the shoes she hardly ever wears, her purses and her scarves. Then she taped the big box shut and added it to the stack in the other room. Those boxes are popping up everywhere, and it's getting kinda crowded in here.

She said my very own big box is coming real soon, but it won't come here, it will be delivered to the "new" house. (Which isn't new, by the way. It's old. It's older than dirt. It's like 30 years old.) She said it is coming all the way from Catifornia (which is where Mr Karate & Rubylocks live) and it will get "here" (actually "there") in a week. She says Mr Brown is bringing it for me and I will forget all about my cat hammock when I see it.

Yeah right. Sounds like another diversion to me.

I think my Mom is losing it. She actually said she thought she could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Kitties, I, being a Cat, am an Expert at digging. And I can tell you definitively there is NO tunnel anywhere around here, let alone a light at the end of one.

sigh. I think I need a nap.

Truther Thursday

Oh my Bast! The wall of boxes gets bigger every day.  This is what it looked like about ten days ago.

and this is what the same corner looks like today.

Here is the other side...

Do not bother trying to find me in these photos. I am very well hidden. (Heh. Mom doesn't know it, but I am under one of the new chairs in the living room.)

Mom had a long fevver duster on a stick that was resting on the top of a box. I was playing with it, and now it has fallen behind the stack where Mom can't reach it. Oh well. (Double Heh.)

I am practicing being a Pirate, climbing on the stack of boxes, protecting my turf. Pirate Day is tomorrow.  Arrrr!


PS,
Ayla, Iza and Marley, "TOL" means "Top Of Load." It's for extra fragile stuff that has to be on the top of any stack.

Wacky Wednesday

 The studio is filled with boxes. They are stacked in front of the desk and the bookcase and the bureau. Mom can't get back there.

But I can!

Freaky Friday

Dear Megan, I most certainly do NOT nap on the same chair all day long. I generally rotate my napping spots during the day, but Mom doesn't always get photos.

The house is looking kinda empty. Every night after dinner, Mom puts stuff in boxes. As you can see she has been packing up kitchen stuff. I'm glad that Mom has not packed any of my napping spots. In fact, I heard her talking to our M-word coordinator that my kitty condo has to be the LAST thing on the truck so it can be the FIRST thing set in place at our house.

Now THAT's cool.

Thinking Thursday

I'm thinking I had something to say in today's post, but I forgot what it was.

 Oh yeah. Mom's sewing room is filling up with boxes.

Magnificent Monday!

Lookit!!! The folks at the co-op already put up our name in front of the house!! Isn't it exciting?

Box Overload

Lookit the two empty bookcases.

See this big stack of boxes?

They are filled with the stuff that used to be on the bookcases.  Mom has more books to pack, and she can't wait until they are all done. She says they take up more space than they should.

I think she means the boxes get TOO heavy TOO fast and she has to use more boxes. She has two more bookcases to pack and she says "Enough already!"

I have been sleeping under the table in the other room where I can watch but stay hidden.

Heh.

Got Boxes?

You don't think you're actually going to see ME inside a box, do you?

 Because you know that ain't gonna happen. However, if you want boxes, come over to my place.

These are just SOME of the moving boxes that were delivered yesterday.  Mom was eager to pack up her books. 

Mom got this many boxes packed before the tennis started last night. By the time she went to bed (after watching Roger win), she had twice this many packed, and had emptied three bookcases.

It's kinda funny looking around here, with bookcases empty, boxes stacked up all over the place; no pictures on the walls and cabinets and closets half full. 

Mom got herself a present. She bought some wind chimes for the new house. She's waiting to put them up at the new place, but you can go here to see what kind she got, and listen to the sound it makes. I like it, and (get this) the chimes she bought are BLACK, just like me!

Wacky Wednesday

This M-word thing. I don't understand it. I thought M-word meant taking stuff from one house and putting it into another.

 But the other day some guys came over and picked up the black recliner and took it away. That didn't bother me.

And then yesterday, two guys came over, picked up my very favorite blue recliner,

 carried it out the door, loaded it into their truck and drove away.

I mean, where am I going to sit?

(Mom Lynne here... Millie doesn't know it, but that beautiful charcoal gray couch I saw at the furniture store in July is waiting for us at our new house!)

Tuxie Tuesday

Mom finished a Christymas quilt yesterday while she watched the tennis.  You can see more photos on her quilting blog, here. After she finished the quilt, Mom put it in the washing monster so it would get nice and soft and wrinkly. After that she gave it to me to do the final QA (Quality Assurance) check. It met all the requirements, but I thought it needed more fur.

Mom has been shopping for the new house. She has bought two lamps, a chandelier, a couple of floor mats, some towels, a wind chime, a shower curtain, rod and hooks, a small table and a new bed.

Yup, that's right. She got herself  us a new bed. She said the bed cost more green papers than my bionic leg. This, I have got to see.