I'm waiting for the movers to arrive to start packing. They are already an hour and a half late, but what else to expect from a company with a name that rhymes with "doldrum"?
Saffron seems less anxious, now that I've stopped pulling things down off the walls and ceilings. I've turned the bathroom into Kitty Headquarters, complete with bed, favorite toys, carrier, food, water, and facilities. I've even plugged a little jar of feline essences that are supposed to make cats calm into the outlet. But right now she is more interested in taking a tour of the kitchen counter.
The movers are loading tomorrow, and I shall be Southward Bound by Sunday morning. I hope it all goes well.