Today, I decided my procrastination has to end, and started sorting out which clothes I am keeping when I move, and which clothes I will be giving to the Salvation Army. I took out two big black bin bags and started going through my closets.

You know, usually the cats sleep all day (no, not together, Waffles). Very nice and peaceful. They have a bout of crazies in the mornings and the evenings, but during the day, they are quiet.

Unless there is something as exciting going on as two bin bags sitting in the middle of the floor. And meowmie spreading out clothes all over the bed. So now, Nikki is busy trying to get into one or other of the bags, while Frank is busy trying to ooze out over the whole bed, so he can cover as many T-shirts as is possible for a cat who can flatten himself out to double size. When I've chased Nikki away from one bag, she goes straight to the other one, and when I chase her away from that, she goes back to the first one. I keep telling her she's a little old lady, and she shouldn't act like a kitten, but she just ignores me (so what else is new?).

Oh, no! Now Frank started digging to snuggle *under* the T-shirts.

(sigh) At least, if they carry on like this I'm thinking that there will be enough of their own smells over everything I carry out of this apartment to make the new apartment smell very familiar.

Copyright © Marina Kurten
December 15, 2002