"Why is my bed in the middle of the living room?"
"And where in the h- did all of the furniture go?
I only like to throw up on the couch and on your favorite Ikea chair but those aren't here anymore.
I guess I'll eat some packing tape and throw it up on the carpet instead."
The other cat is noticeably absent. She has spent much of the moving-out process hiding behind the furnace in the condo. That is until it came time to move her to my parents' house while I was closing on the condo and the new house. She went all Exorcist on me when I tried to put her in the carrier. I ended up bleeding and she nearly lost all of her fur from stress. You can bet I was cursing The Pilot's schedule right in that moment. I really could have used some back up.
But, me, the cats and all of our few remaining belongings made it to my parents' house to kill time before the closings. I even had time to clean myself up so I didn't go strolling into a major business transaction looking like a crazy cat lady. You know the look, scratches up my arm and my clothing covered in cat hair.