Retraction

Well I spoke much too soon. The boys reverted to their earlier (noisy obnoxious) ways last night. First, Eddie cut loose with his incredibly loud penetrating meow. He likes to run to the front door (which is a super cheap hollow door so it has not a bit of sound proofing) and yowl; I suspect he likes the way the sound echoes in the hallway. His other annoying habit is to walk up to the mattress (which is on the floor, by the way, so he doesn't even have to jump up or anything) and yowl until one of us--usually me--tells him to come up. Then I must hold the covers open so he can crawl under them with me, at which point he licks my hand and when I least expect it, bites me. Well OK, he doesn't really bite, but he does put his teeth on my skin and I do feel it.

But wait, there's more. The mantel has--had--a poster leaning against the wall, as well as some books stacked there along with Kent's change holder. In separate occurrences, they knocked most of those things off. Plus at some point, they turned over the kitchen trash can (which was empty so what were they looking for?). Plus we heard assorted kitty fight sounds off and on most of the night.

So today, dear kitties, you will not be allowed to sleep. You can expect much rousing and also some laser pointer play time. Because tonight you will sleep or else you will be in your carriers.

Progress!

We had a real breakthrough last night for the kitties. We slept until almost 7 AM—that may not sound like much but you have to realize that since we got here last Saturday, the cats have gone bonzo nuts around the apartment at 5 AM, especially Eddie with his thunder-kitty paws and his penetrating yowl. So yes, we were ecstatic to sleep in a bit this morning. Of course we may have helped them settle down more by staying up a little later last night, watching Stargate (we have the entire series on DVD, why yes I am a geek). As you can see, all three kitties found their way to me.

Yesterday Kent and I spent a couple of hours walking around the South End looking at apartments for sale. We are almost certain that’s the neighborhood we want to live in, partly because of the neighborhood, a lot because of the real estate prices (they are not nearly so insane as the prices in, say, Back Bay) and also because we like the diversity we see there. I found a neighborhood association that had some interesting information about the area; you can also read more about the South End including information about the bowfront row houses here.

Saturday

The word of the day on Saturday was exhausting. Oh and tedious. Boring too. Did I mention repetitive? The cats didn’t really settle down very well Friday night and finally at 5:30 AM we gave up and got up. We figured if we weren’t going to get any sleep we might as well get on the road. So we were on our way by 7 AM.

No kitties barfed (hurrah) but they also were pretty needy, crying and stuff in their cages. I’m sure the elevation changes through NY and MA hurt their little ears; I know my ears were sure popping a lot. And on a financial note, those elevation changes just killed our gas mileage. Until then, the worst I’d ever seen my CR-V get was just shy of 20 MPG. Not so in the mountains or foothills or whatever they are considered—we got 15 MPG **cries** But the scenery was beautiful and I look forward to going back sometime sans cats.

We reached the apartment about noon and in a rush of fantastic luck, we found two consecutive parking places right in front of the building. Amazing! Then we had the very sweaty pleasure of hauling stuff from the car and the trailer to the third floor. Neither of us smelled very good about 90 minutes later, but it was done.

Kent took the trailer back to the U-Haul place and I started unpacking boxes and working on soothing the kitties. Here are the results of the soothing:


No picture of Chloe because she was hiding.

Friday

MMMMM breakfast at The Pancake House in Grosse Pointe, MI. You sure don’t eat there for your health! And maybe it wasn’t the best choice for breakfast before heading out for another day of driving, but we wanted to go there and have breakfast with Ben and Jen and Alison. As you can see from the picture of Ben and Alison, she's decided she looks better without the bow in her hair. Of course all the waitresses were oohing and ahhh-ing over Alison. One told us the dress exactly matched Alison's eyes, which made me smile since I sewed that dress for her.

In my opinion, Detroit drivers were the absolute worst of any drivers we encountered on our trip—that’s 1600+ miles of driving and yes, Detroit, you win Worst Drivers Anywhere. Seriously—lane markers were apparently just suggestions and it’s also apparently normal to cross from the very far left lane across three or more lanes of traffic to exit the highway with only a couple of hundred feet between where the driver would start and where the exit actually was. It’s not so much that they were rude or angry, just dangerously oblivious. Detroit also has a ton of road work going on so even though we left Ben and Jen around 10 AM, we didn’t get out of the city limits until close to 11:30.

Eddie barfed in his carrier Friday. We made bets that Chloe would barf on Saturday but true to form, Chloe kitty cat was good as gold and never barfed. Of course she did cry a lot on Saturday.

Kent had optimistically hoped we would get to Worcester, MA Friday night. In fact we made it to Syracuse, NY before we agreed enough was enough. We found a small local restaurant called The Clam Bar (sorry, no web site but here are some reviews) that looked interesting so we gave it a try—amazingly good food. If you are ever in Syracuse and you like seafood, check it out. The prices were very reasonable, the drinks were good and we both loved that it was not a chain restaurant. Oh and they have fantastic clam chowder.

Thursday--Detroit or bust

Our first order of business was finding Chloe a new carrier, which we did in Newton, IA. With that, we hoped our kitty issues were behind us. Thursday was a long day but a good one since we were stopping in Detroit to see Ben, Jen and Alison.

The cats serenaded us for a while but it wasn’t too awful, and they settled down pretty quickly to sleep all day. Well they settled down until Wally barfed in his carrier. Yuck.

We didn’t expect Iowa to be as hilly as it was. Neither of us had really driven through the state so it was new to us—and so very, very green. We saw some remnants of water from the recent floods and a couple of highways that were closed, probably due to high water. But we weren’t directly affected by it, except to marvel at how green everything was and how high all the rivers and streams were.

We saw Alison Thursday night, even though we got there after her normal bedtime. She was a hoot, crawling around, crawling up our legs, waving hello and blowing kisses. Plus Jen fixed us a really great meal—we loved sitting and relaxing with her and Alison. We said hi/bye to Ben when he got home from work close to 10:30 and headed back to our hotel.

Wednesday's fun

Wednesday our movers and packers came—early. And in addition to being early, they were really fast and also nice. The packers finished up around 12:30 and our moving guy had finished loading everything (by himself!) by about 3:00. He helped us load up the trailer, for which we were most grateful since we feared we’d be stuffing a two pound sausage casing with five pounds of sausage.

But of course it’s impossible to move without some sort of mayhem and ours came when the moving driver knocked a huge limb off the sweet gum tree in front of our house. I wish I’d taken a picture because you can’t get a sense of how big that limb was from what I’m writing. Knocked down, it covered our sidewalk and extended into the street a little bit. I called the city and arranged for them to come take it away—thankfully that tree is on city property!

Getting the cats wrangled into carriers was like herding, well, cats. Usually we have Eddie and Wally share the big carrier because it’s plenty big for both. But Wally did the hiss/spit/yowl thing and started immediately fighting with Eddie. So we put Wally in a soft-sided carrier—after all, he’d been using one as his napping spot so we thought that would work out alright. But as we loaded up Chloe and Eddie into the car, Wally (who was still in the house) escaped the soft-sided carrier. So we hauled Chloe back in the house, put Wally in her carrier and her in the soft-sided carrier.

We got going around 4 PM, and as we drove Chloe got more and more frantic in the soft-sided carrier, mashing her little face against the mesh and making very pathetic mewing sounds. We realized we would need to find another regular carrier—as cool as those soft-sided carriers are, all three cats really hate them for traveling.

We stopped at a motel about 10 miles east of Des Moines that night. As per usual for Iowa this summer, Des Moines got plastered by more rain they didn’t need. Oh and the cats completely spazzed out all night long, no exaggeration. As I told Kent, I think I slept about four hours, but in 10 minute increments.

More about Wally

I've changed my slide show so you can see Wally in his natural (that is to say, strange) environments of choice. Today he investigated the orange trash can. Even though one of the pictures is pretty blurry I still included it because he has his head at a 180 degree angle to look at me.

We bought a moving supply package of boxes that came in a huge box along with some bubble wrap. Well Wally loves plastic so as we were drifting off to sleep we heard noises from the downstairs--they were not the kind of noises that reassure you your animals are behaving. So Kent went downstairs and sure enough, Wally had knocked the huge box over so he could eat the bubble wrap. Well Kent was exhausted as we all were from loading a moving truck yesterday so he pushed the box to a wall to keep Wally from getting to the bubble wrap.

Apparently that was Eddie's cue to eat the box. I have no idea why one litter mate eats plastic and the other one eats cardboard. I just know it can't be all that good for either one of them.

Edited to add: today I caught Eddie in the act of eating the box. See?