Go Go Gadget, Go

It is official. We have been approved. The M-word will be implemented and we will be in the new place (just 4.5 miles away) by Halloween. We will be in our own house, there will be no idjit neighbors upstairs. I will have plenty of bird TV. The street is quiet, and there is a screened in porch.
The When When Contest will continue (as long as there is snow).

Mom has been cleaning out. This is the stuff that was on ONE shelf in the litterbox room. Mom says there is too much stuff. She does not need three deoderants (whatever THAT is) or SIX travel sized bottles of shampoo, or FOUR tubes of toothpaste, or FIVE packages of band aids.  Once the "extra" stuff goes, then the stuff we do have will disappear into boxes, and then on one as-yet-to-be-determined date in October, very strong guys will come and put all our stuff in one big giant truck and take it to the new place and take it all out again. 

Mom will do some freaking out, but not much. She has measured all the rooms at the new place, and measured all the furniture, and figured out where everything is going to go. Here, for example, is the new office, with my kitty condo facing the big bay window that gets the sun all day long.

If you look closely you can see where my foods are going to be located, as well as my extra litter box.  I have to give my Mom a lot of credit for making sure MY NEEDS will be taken care of.

(Although I have heard strange talk about pills, trank-will-eye-zers, the v-e-t, and something called "boarding.")

Still, Mom has a lot to do before all that happens. We'll see.