The Mild Wife and I moved a little while ago, and the whole process led to a few amusing stories. Of these, the funniest one probably involved a cat. Yes, a cat. Cats and I have an interesting history (see the linked post for details), so that fact alone should give you some idea how this is going to go. So, without further do, let's get into it, shall we?
First off, we didn't move everything all in one go. We moved some of our smaller items first, before a large move that included all of our furniture and the like. As you can imagine, we made sure to use every manner of container that we had in order to move the smaller items. We had boxes, crates, and bags that were all put to use. Heck, if we could've found a way to use Tupperware to move things, we probably would have.
In the process, though, we met one of the neighborhood cats. There are apparently three of them, but one of them was far friendlier than the other ones. In this case, it showed up on our front door and showed every indication of wanting to go inside. We didn't want a cat we didn't know roaming through our new place, so we physically blocked it from coming inside.
When we came back with crates and items to move, however, it did this:
Yup, it just jumped in to the crate. The Mild Wife sent me a picture of this as it happened, and I suddenly had visions of adopting a stray cat. In the end, the cat ended up wandering away, so our family didn't grow by one.
However, the cat was not done. When we did our large move, we had to leave the front door open so that the large items would fit. You can't exactly open and close the door when you're trying to make sure sofas and beds are shuttled to the correct spots. The cat was clever enough to see its opportunity, and it pounced: it ran through the open door.
At this point, there was a cat running around the place, all while people were trying to deal with large furniture. It feel to me to deal with the cat, so I ended up having to shoo it away. As the cat showed me the folly of my plans, I resorted to using a broom to try to push it in the right direction. For any of you with an amusing mental picture going on right now, you have the gist of how that all went down. I was, after all, trying to literally herd a cat.
Fortunately for us, we were able to eventually get the cat back out the door, but let's just say that it was not an easy task. All I could do when the place was cat-free was laugh and shake my head. How in the heck do these things happen to me/us? On the flip side, if you ever have a need for an experienced cat herder, let me know. I am, apparently, qualified for the gig.
First off, we didn't move everything all in one go. We moved some of our smaller items first, before a large move that included all of our furniture and the like. As you can imagine, we made sure to use every manner of container that we had in order to move the smaller items. We had boxes, crates, and bags that were all put to use. Heck, if we could've found a way to use Tupperware to move things, we probably would have.
In the process, though, we met one of the neighborhood cats. There are apparently three of them, but one of them was far friendlier than the other ones. In this case, it showed up on our front door and showed every indication of wanting to go inside. We didn't want a cat we didn't know roaming through our new place, so we physically blocked it from coming inside.
When we came back with crates and items to move, however, it did this:
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| One of the things in this picture did NOT come from our previous apartment |
However, the cat was not done. When we did our large move, we had to leave the front door open so that the large items would fit. You can't exactly open and close the door when you're trying to make sure sofas and beds are shuttled to the correct spots. The cat was clever enough to see its opportunity, and it pounced: it ran through the open door.
At this point, there was a cat running around the place, all while people were trying to deal with large furniture. It feel to me to deal with the cat, so I ended up having to shoo it away. As the cat showed me the folly of my plans, I resorted to using a broom to try to push it in the right direction. For any of you with an amusing mental picture going on right now, you have the gist of how that all went down. I was, after all, trying to literally herd a cat.
Fortunately for us, we were able to eventually get the cat back out the door, but let's just say that it was not an easy task. All I could do when the place was cat-free was laugh and shake my head. How in the heck do these things happen to me/us? On the flip side, if you ever have a need for an experienced cat herder, let me know. I am, apparently, qualified for the gig.
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