We are getting SO close. I have really outdone even my own disorganization standards this time around. Wow. At least only Nim is really relying on me...
Yesterday was all about packing up these three and getting them to my sister:
This is stressful for all of us, except for Pascal (top) who is always ready for anything.
In many ways these three (who aren't even coming) is the most challenging part about any trip. As far as packing and leaving...eh...I figure if I have the dog and my wallet that I am just fine. However my parents loaned me their much bigger and better car which means I am filling it with every possible excessive luxury as we speak.
Yesterday I got everyone caught and loaded up with all their gear to head to my sister's. I thought perhaps if I put everyone in the back with Nim he would reassure them.
I was dead wrong.
Even with Leela doing her "for Nim's ears only" peeping he was horrified. And then Emile started in with his "I am going to die" yelling.
Last I heard Emile had claimed a cave on the bed:
And Leela...who knows? For being the more feral of any cat I have owned her survival choices are not always the smartest (at least not in a human dominated world). I am sure they make sense to her which in her mind is all that matters.
For a few years now I have been saying that after these two cats I am done with cats, but I totally missed them last night. I also realized they make WAY more noise than Nim and I do.
Have a great Sunday! Hopefully my next post will be from the coast in very clean ocean air.