Soth and I had been in our old apartment for 6 years and Barley had lived there her whole life, so even though I've lived through plenty of moves, I'd forgotten how much time and energy it takes to move--and I'd never had to work right up to moving day before, either. After surviving an event at work where I brought 300 middle schoolers to campus for an all day celebration of reading and writing, my mom and aunt/godmother arrived last Friday to help me get some painting done before the furniture moved in on Monday.
We worked insanely long days all weekend to get my master bedroom and kitchen done. Without my mom and aunt, I'm not sure these projects would ever have gotten done, but thanks to them, those rooms are exactly how I envisioned them less than a week after moving in.
I'd gotten all of the wallpaper out of the master bedroom before my family arrived and we took it from this:
|Notice the Barley tail?|
|This is one of the few corners of the house that doesn't have mountains of boxes.|
I have wanted a sunshine yellow room my entire adult life, but haven't lived in a place where I could paint the walls, and now I have one. It's exactly what I wanted.
We took the kitchen from this (which I thought was cute, but not me):
To this (which is 100% me):
Barley'd been visiting the house for a few weeks, so I was hoping that she'd settle in quickly. That hasn't quite been the case. She's acting much like she did when I first adopted her. She follows me everywhere or on the rare occasion she lets me out of her sight, she gets into something she shouldn't (ex. stealing a strip of rabbit jerky out of a bag of treats I still needed to put away and eating it wrapper and all . . . which eventually led to throwing up plastic wrap). When I put her in her crate, she cries. When I gave her a chew to keep her busy while I was carrying things in from the car on one of the man, many trips back and forth from the apartment, she carried it around but wouldn't settle down to chew it until I stayed inside.
|There's been a lot of panting and pacing.|
She put herself to bed in her crate early the first night we stayed here, but she's been struggling to find a spot to settle down.
|She stole her brother's little bed.|
Soth is the pet I was most worried about since he has FLUTD, which may be caused by stress. I was afraid he'd have a hard time with the new space. I'm happy to report that I was wrong.
Soth has embraced his new home that I never imagined he would. He had a few hours to explore solo between the movers leaving and Barley coming home from the vet from her teeth cleaning. He ran from room to room where I'd strategically placed cat towers and furniture near windows so he can watch birds easily.
|He really thought the mattress should stay this way. I told him to quit being dangerous.|
He loves the storm doors at the front and back of the house and has been very upset when I've told him that it's too cold to leave the doors open for him to watch out the storm doors all day long. When the temperatures decide to stay consistently warm, he might get more opportunities to watch like this.
Most bafflingly, his favorite feature in the house appears to be the basement. I can't figure out it's appeal--the floors are cold (and this is the cat that has me trained to turn a heating pad on for him when he's chilly), the windows are too high for him to see out of, there's no food--but runs down there every chance he gets. When we first moved in, the door didn't latch and Soth quickly learned he could open it by sticking his paw under the door and pulling. My mom quickly fixed that for us and now Soth only gets to go down there when I say he can (I don't want to be heating the basement all day long--or worrying about him accidentally getting shut down there!). He runs down the stairs and then walks laps around the basement--through Barley's gym area, through the furnace room, through the workshop, under the stairs, repeat, with the occasionally side trip to the laundry room. He's like a little old man walking around a track for exercise--I may need to get him a jogging suit! I can't figure out why he wants to be down there or why he walks lap after lap around the basement, but if it makes him happy and he's getting good exercise, I guess it makes me happy.
Soth's found favorite spots to rest and to watch out the windows in every single room.
|He's even offered to help clean.|
The only problem we've had with him so far is figuring out where to feed him where Barley can't easily snack on his food. His grandma might be building him a little "dining room table" of his own--window height, of course, so he can have dinner and a show when birds are in the yard.
Life is slowly starting to fall back into place, so I'm looking forward to making the rounds to everyone's blogs again and catching up with everything that's been going on in your worlds! We've missed you!