sigh....I think my father is trying to kill me. I was ready to go to my new place and have a nap at about 3pm, but he just wanted to get every last thing out of the old place....groan....by then I had a heck of a backache
the worst thing really, is that my youngest cat is totally traumatized. He spent most of the time behind the couch, and when that was ready to move he ran behind the washer! The moving guy offered to get him out, but it was a hell of a fight. Mika kept running back behind it, but finally he was locked in the bedroom. I went in there, and found him burrowed in a blanket
So I just wrapped him in it and carried him to the new place. He snuck out of the blanket there when I wasn't looking, and I haven't seen him since
I'm hoping he comes out by morning as I have no idea where he is hiding this time. My poor baby
The movers were great though and did a fantastic job!
