Last night I just could not get to
sleep – my mind suddenly went into panic mode and I just could not calm it
down. A string of ‘What if’s assaulted my poor brain and just would not quit!
You’d think that having been up and about for 17 hours I’d have no trouble
sleeping.
As a result I had trouble waking up,
woke with a headache, to a late start trapping mippies and carting them off to
the vet. Romeo didn’t help, either, insisting on his breakfast – then strolling
under my feet and investigating mippies in their carriers! Lady Jane and Ziva
got out of their carrier and I had to quickly shut the door before they got
away; that meant that Romeo was shut inside as well! There was no time for
coffee, and half-way to the vet they called to ask where I was!
Mewthos was mewling pitifully until
I grabbed his head in both my hands and kissed his face – that calmed him down
and he made no more trouble. Would you believe that bugger weighs 6kg! And he
isn’t fat, not really – but very, very big!
Ziva was no problem, she let the vet
take her temperature, took her injections and walked back into the carrier –
she weighs 4.8kg.
Lady Jane was … difficult. They took
her out of the carrier but weren’t ready for her, I had to try and keep her
quiety by holding her in my arms, while the vet got all the paperwork and
ampules ready – she wriggled in my arms, clearly not happy about this whole experience.
She weighs a mere 4.6kg.
Back at home, I let the mippies out
at the bottom, just by the courtyard – Lady Jane and Mewthos immediately ran to
‘safety’; but found the door shut! When I came up with the carrier, Lady Jane
decided ‘no way!’ and ran off! I opened up, Mewthos and Romeo went inside, Ziva
came along in her own time – but Lady Jane was nowhere to be seen! She had us
quite worried! I went upstairs and fetched the ball with the bell inside – my secret
weapon to calling Lady Jane! It worked! She came strolling along!
They’re somewhat unsettled, I can
only tell by their need for reassurance from me throughout the day. I, on the
other hand, feel utterly drained! It worries me that this ‘little’ exercise –
of carrying 15kg of squirming kitties – drains me so utterly, how on earth will
I cope with the whole move?!? Let alone that 2-day drive ending with the horror
of Jo’burg traffic!?! Then right away the rush of getting groceries (first
finding out where the shops are!) and setting up enough of my ‘home’ to keep things
going while I deal with traumatized kitties – urgh, I don’t know how I will
cope!
The vet had no idea what could be
causing those fat lips on my mippies. She also suggested I keep them shut
inside for at least two weeks! Two weeks! Ziva? And Lady Jane? Shut in for two
whole weeks? They’ll drive me absolutely insane – let alone their own state of
mind!
I went for a walk through the garden
with Rose, we had two cherry tomatoes each and transplanted the cabbage plant,
which seemed to be dying on the rockery – though it had roots, and they were
moist so it’s still alive. The Snapdragons don’t seem to survive transplanting,
and a lot of the carnations didn’t survive it either. I can’t say why, because
some are doing well.
Lady Jane got herself into a fix,
she finally summoned the courage to follow Ziva off the stair-wall onto the
courtyard wall – but couldn’t get down from there! She couldn’t jump back up
and the jump down was too far for her! She kept walking along mipping in
confusion! She was too high for me to reach and pick her off, I bent forward
offering her to jump on my back but she wouldn’t. Eventually I went into the
courtyard and stacked about two or three chairs next to the wall – that finally
seemed manageable to her and she jumped down!
I’ve decided to try and take all the
spekboom I had planted along the path; I’ll put them into one or two of the
larger flower pots with simply earth from my beds – after all, I’ve added loads
of potting soil and compost to those beds over the years! I’ll just have to sift
through it carefully to make sure I’m not taking any weeds along.
I’ve packed another couple of boxes
with kitchen all sorts. Rose warned me there’s another heat wave next week, so
I had better pack while it’s cool. It should get warm tomorrow as well, but
still windy so overall I hope it won’t get too bad tomorrow – and I can do some
more packing.
I’ve already packed such a lot and
everything looks bare – but I’m really good at space optimisation, so ‘looking
bare’ doesn’t exactly mean the same as ‘just another box or two’. It’s partly
frightening just how much I’ve packed into the space here – and frustrating to
get it all into boxes, now!
It’s even worse living with
everything packed! The more I pack, the fewer options I have for dinner! In the
end it’ll come down to just the steamer and a frying pan! Well, not exactly – I
just remembered that the Induction Plate came with a set of pots, all of which
goes back into its original box right at the end. But that still leaves the
kettle, the flask and the water filter; cups, a plate, cutlery, the cutting
board, etc. etc. Which, in turn, means that I still have to pack everything
else – like the pizza board & tray, the measuring cup, the slow cooker, the
juicer, the orange juicer, the blender, etc. etc.
It doesn’t end! I also still have to
pack a lot from the room divider, my art stuff, the 7” singles, the record
player and all the lever arch files. Then there’s still some more I can now
pack in the bedroom and let’s not forget the bathroom, like the scale, the
shower store hangers … and there’s the shower curtain!
And when all that is done, I need to
test-pack everything that’s left – make sure I have boxes where it will fit;
and when that is done there are still all those books to be packed!
Actually, since I can actually list
all that still needs to be done – it means that the end is in sight! Tomorrow I’ll
get the boxes for the juicer and such from the garage and start packing
everything into their original boxes – except for the vacuum cleaner! That’ll have
to stay out a while longer and the box is quite large.
Another heartbreaking moment: when
I called in my mippies, Romeo came along at top speed with the same exuberant
eagerness as Mewthos! It’s almost as if he thinks of my place as home – just not
quite in the conventional sense. It’s a place to rest safe, to get lovies and
attention, as well as food and nippies (catnip). I gave him his treat outside …
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