We’ve turned another corner on The Move. Over the weekend, we finally braved the attic & what my dad used to all the gun closet—it was basically his room for all things hunting-related.
(Yes, it’s a shameful truth: I come from hunter stock. But fear not, I’ve put a dead stop to that with my genes. My dad’s guns/bows/ammunition/et al can rot/rust/turn to dust before I’d ever let them be used to kill another animal. :squirrel2: )
I turned the “gun closet” into a walk-in closet long ago…until The Kittehs started creating chaos in there, dumping jewelry boxes, hanging from the bottoms of my clothes, & occasionally even peeing on something. :baseball: So then it became a… :hmmm: …poltergeist room? storage closet? a room for my dust collection?
Whatever the case, I kept the doors on both ends closed & when I finally opened them again, it was like a white-out of dust flying everywhere, covering everything by at least an inch.
:shocked: That is going to take some serious cleaning.
But the fact remains, I got in there. I made a dent. I started to clean & pulled out more stuff to load up & haul to the new house. And considering how long I’ve been avoiding that part of the house in my quest to get the hell out of here, that’s really saying something! :sunflower:
FYI, The Kittehs are so excited to have that room open. They’ve been trying to get in for years, & now they finally get to find out what the big secret is! I’m afraid they’re a little disappointed it wasn’t filled with mice or snackies or balls of yarn, but it’s still another part of the house to investigate now that it’s no longer off-limits. :dancin:
Next dent made: the attic. Oh, man, if you think I’ve been dreading the Dust Bin of Doom, the attic is like its uglier, dirtier, dustier, & more work step-sister. Everything up there is of the never-expected-to-need-this-again (because I never
actually expected to be able to move) variety. Boxes of books that I consider Keepers…filled journals…family photos & heirlooms. And most of it is really HEAVY. Good luck getting it down the ladder all by myself without ending up yet another house-cleaning casualty.
So far, I’ve only managed to drag out the lighter stuff closest to the opening. But still, I climbed up there, I got the ball rolling. I no longer have to dread so much as approaching either spots while wandering around looking for anything else I could pack first. :squirrel:
One of these days… One of these days, people, I really will be out of here! :dancin:
For the first time since this entire ordeal began, I have hope that moving The Kittehs into the new house may not be as traumatic as I feared.
I’ve been packing & moving out boxes & bags & piles for weeks now, filling the jeep over & over again to take to the new house. I knew I was making progress, but there were moments when it didn’t feel like I was making even a dent. :baseball:
The Kittehs handled it well, though. The changes were slow enough & minor enough that they didn’t really care. Once in a while something would disappear or get moved from one place to another, but for the most part the house remained pretty much the same for them. I’ve made point of not taking away their cat trees or climbers or scratchers or window seats.
But last week, we had some guys come in & help to haul out some of the larger pieces of furniture. Dressers, sofa, armchair, one of the beds… Pippa was totally curious & appointed herself overseer of the entire job, but the others hid until the strangers were gone. :shocked:
I worried how they would react to so many large items being gone, though, when they were used to having them around. And some of them were sleeping spots, hiding spots, climbing spots…their high sleeping, hiding, & climbing spots, which we all know are cats’ favorites. :sunflower:
Amazingly, however, they’ve seemed totally okay with it! Not just okay with the missing sofa, entertainment center, & bed, but really intrigued by the new layout of the house. Not as much junk or furniture around to hide behind or climb on, but they’ve created new sleeping spots & found some of the “new” areas fascinating. :jumping:
Yay! This may be very good news. This might mean that they won’t be as terrified of the new house, as long as they recognize a lot of their own things inside. Do you think that might be possible? :hmmm:
I intend to make sure a lot of The Kittehs‘ things are in the new house before they get there. Their tall cat trees in front of some of the windows… Their beds in comfy spots… And some climbers & window seats in the basement where they can romp & explore. Oh, yeah—& of course their litter pans & food/water dishes! :squirrel2:
We’re not quite there yet, but the fact that they handled so much being taken away from the old house with barely a blink gives me hope they’ll adapt quickly to the new house. :dancin: