Posted By Kristabella on May 10, 2009
So I’m all moved in. Once I go to bed tonight, if I ever get to bed, I will be spending my second whole night in my new home. MY home. As in the home I OWN. As in the home that I’m particularly anal about. The home I have been inspecting with a microscope because HOLY SHIT I OWN THIS! And unless I live here for the rest of my life, as a spinster with 17 cats, I will have to resell it and no one will buy a house with a scratch on the hardwood. YES THESE ARE THINGS I WAS THINKING THE MINUTE AFTER I MOVED IN. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?
The move went awesomely. I hired awesome movers who moved me in two and a half hours. That included moving a WHOLE apartment down three flights of stairs. Everything was wrapped and taken care of and the three dudes just rocked. Nothing was damaged (that I can see. There are still MANY boxes to open.) So if anyone is in the Chicago area, I highly recommend Jay Movers. They were awesome and so reasonable. I think I paid about the same price I paid when I ended up moving myself.
After I moved in, my good karma continued and the Dish Network guy called, two hours early and was all “hey! What’s up? I’m in your neighborhood, can I come by early?” Hell yes you can! Which actually worked out well because I forgot how long it takes to install that thing, what with drilling through a brick wall and all. So that dude actually took longer than the movers. And by the time he finished, I was ready for bed time because at that point I had been up for like 8 hours and I was tired from standing and supervising and unpacking. It felt like 7 PM when it was 2 PM.
After I was tranquil with the sounds of television, I took my mom home. She came out to help me supervise the move because I didn’t want to get murdered. There were a lot of duffel bags I could have been stuffed into. I clearly had nothing to worry about, but better safe than sorry. On my way home from dropping my mom off, I went to pick up the cats. I knew this wasn’t going to be fun, but they needed to be in the new place and get adjusted. Little did I know that my good karma would end here and that this would be a nightmare.
When the movers were in the apartment packing up, I locked the cats in the bathroom because they had the back door open and I didn’t need them getting in the way. Well, the movers are loud. They wrap everything in that plastic, saran wrapey type stuff and then tape it. It’s a LOUD process. I can only imagine how bad they were freaking out when they were locked in the bathroom and were surrounded by that NOISE!
(Side note, I loved that there was all this noise at 8 AM on a Saturday morning, right above the sleeping pot smokers.)
After the movers left, I let the two cats out. Simba ran out and then was met with rooms filled with nothing. I followed him into the bedroom and he turned and looked at me and was like “mew.” Which meant “where is everything?” So then he ran into the living room and then turned to look at me again and was like “MEW MEW!” Which meant “WE WERE ROBBED! WHY ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT, WOMAN?”
Meanwhile Kitty Kitty was hiding behind the toilet in the bathroom and would not move. She was not pleased, to say the least. She’s a fragile little being.
When I went to pick them up, Simba was ready. He wanted something to sit on besides hardwood floor. Since I only have one cat carrier, I put Simba in a duffel bag. He didn’t much care for it, but we were only going two miles. Kitty Kitty, on the other hand, was trying to melt into the corner of the top of the kitchen cabinet. When I went to get her down, I’m pretty sure she left claw marks in the woodwork.
I figured once we got to the condo, they would be fine. Same furniture! Things with their smells! Same big boxes! Now, with added carpet! I was wrong.
Simba was fine. He started exploring and was good with the change. He’s moved a few times in his life. This is old hat. Except for puking on the carpet not six hours in, he was good.
Kitty Kitty, well, she was not fine. Not in the least. She hid under the bed all day and night. Finally, around 11 PM on Saturday, she came out. I figured she’d be fine, explore, have some food and just get acclimated while I slept. Right before I went to bed, I caught her squatting to pee in a duffel bag, so I grabbed her and showed her where the litter box was. Then, not 10 minutes later, I caught her trying to again pee in that duffel, then she hissed at it and then panted like a dog. No, really. Panting.
She meowed A LOT during the night. This loud, whiney, piercing meow that means “I AM UPSET. I DO NOT LIKE THINGS. PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!” But I figured it was her way of adjusting and really, cat, suck it up. This is not the worst thing in the world. Deal with it!
This morning I got up to go spend the day with my mom and my family and as I was getting in the shower, I noticed her getting friendly with the clothes in the laundry basket. Then I took a whiff and realized the bitch peed on my clothes. PEED! ON MY CLOTHES! So much worse than puke! So I put her in the closet. Because it was the only room without carpet and that had a door because I had to shower in the only other room sans carpet with a door.
I figured she was just traumatized from the move. So while I was away today, I left her in the bathroom all day. She seemed to need the confined space.
But at least I took a photo of my bathroom so you could see that.*
That would be the shower curtain I bought last night at Target. And didn’t realize until I got home that I forgot the rings, so I had to go back to Target at 9 PM. After being up and packing/unpacking since 6 AM. I was not pleased, to say the least.
Anyway, back to the cats. I stopped at FOUR pet stores this afternoon to pick up some Feliway, which is a cat pheromone that is supposed to discourage spraying and calm cats down. It seems to be working. Kitty Kitty is out of the bathroom and now sitting in the living room with Simba and me. Except she still smells like cat pee, on the fur around her lady bits. Which means any number of things:
- The smell just stays and it is from this morning when she peed on my clothes.
- She peed somewhere in the bathroom while she was locked up all day.
- She peed somewhere else in the house that I have not found yet. Please, do not let this be a possiblilty.
And now my life is consumed with cats and their pee and making sure my house is not RUINED because some cat is nutters and can’t handle a damn move.
Now I must go to bed. Because I do actually have to go to work in the morning. Which I kind of forgot about because don’t we get a free day off for moving? Because shit, I need it.
*I promise more photos and video of the place to be coming soon. Once I stop obsessing with all things urine. And writing about something besides my cats.