|Chez Clutterbuck-Cook 2.0|
The movers come tomorrow to deal with the furniture (bookcases ... and essentials, like, you know, the bed).
Teazle continues spreading her sunny, exploratory nature everywhere. Last night while I was boxing up books from the bedroom closet (yes, we kept books in the bedroom closet), I kept turning around to find Teazle sitting jauntily in the box, whether empty, partially, or almost entirely full. Once it was filled, she climbed on top of it.
And then, when that job was done, there were the cleared shelves to scramble up upon and inspect.
Geraldine, meanwhile, has taken to huddling in our vicinity where she can keep an eye on the proceedings and emit misery vibes.
Today is the day we move them from old to new home, letting them get used to the space for a day before we have to contend with the chaos of movers. Hanna's going to set herself up as unpacker-and-cat-wrangler-in-chief this afternoon while I drive all of the oddly-shaped boxes and bins back and forth from Allston to Jamaica Plain (and the empty bins back for more packing). I anticipate one night of separate sleeping as Hanna co-sleeps with the kitties in our new home and I crash at our soon-to-be-old home to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the movers at 9am tomorrow.
Coffee. It will be our friend.
Photos to come.