Planning for Your Move

IMG_4906aSo I get to blog about moving. The woman is writing a book on moving with cats. Yeah, because cats love to move. Sadly, the idea came from the fact that people realize cats hate to move and instead of not doing it, they were giving up their cats to the shelters. Which we think is appalling.

Yes, I will say right now that I hated every moment of it. The fact that I hopped in the carrier as soon as the male started packing up his stuff had more to do with the fact that I didn’t want Ichiro to get the prime spot than any fear that I’d be left behind.

So, the most important thing the woman did was sit down and talk to us and we let her know what our preferences were in order:

1. Don’t move.

2. Don’t move

3. Don’t move.

She kept rejecting that option so she had to consider what might make us most comfortable for the move.

She examined the sorts of things that made us the most comfortable and the things that would allow us to own our surroundings. She considered how Ichiro would be best with other cats and where he could boss us around (I really wish she had thought about how I like my space) and how Gemini doesn’t always like Ichiro but she doesn’t mind him when she’s scared. She considered that we would need our own food, litter box and things that made us comfortable, like my favorite cat bed that got packed at the last minute because it just did not fit in her car.

NOTE: When moving with cats, realize we will take up three times the amount of space that you will. That’s just the way it is.

We will continue with this series of posts on moving. Our next post will be on the types of moves and things you may or may not have to consider for all of them

Oops She Did it Again

mwordOkay, so missing the Friday after Thanksgiving wasn’t okay but I can see how someone as confused as she is could be mixed up on the days. But this week too?

And I am told this is all because she’s stressed because there may be the “M” word in our future. That’s right. Now we just need to figure out where the Male will go. Where do you think we’ll be going? We’ll know on Wednesday (hopefully) and can share then. Of course that Male will probably change his mind at the last minute… that’s what he keeps doing.

Sunday Guest Star: Cody and Gracie and Derby and Ducky part two!

Cody and GracieFor some reason this didn’t come through my email right away but very soon after I was lost, Cody and Gracie said, “Are you at the Monument to Swedish king Gustav II Adolf in Gothenburg, Sweden?” and then Derby and Ducky said, “We agree with Camie’s Kitties. Just a bit more information. Gustav II Adolf; widely known in English by his Latinized name Gustavus Adolphus or as Gustav II Adolph, or as Gustavus Adolphus the Great; was the King of Sweden from 1611 to 1632 and is credited as the founder of Sweden as a Great Power. More info below.”

And you know what? They were right! That’s where I was. So that was a relief. I mean they might eat Lutefisk in Sweden too and well I came close enough to that already. Because if there is a fish a cat should never eat, it is Lutefisk.

So yeah for the cats and thanks again to Flynn and his family for sharing their travels with me so that I can go to all these interesting places.

Find Chey Friday #280


Hey! Hey you! Can you tell me which way? I mean what is that you are pointing at? Oh dear. Where am I now?

Find Full Find Chey Rules here.

Need More Cats?

Friday Ark

Weekend Cat Blogging

Sunday Guest Star: The Chans

PB120426Well it was a long night. Ayla, Iza and Marley ran around Europe looking for me but they didn’t go far enough north. But boy did they do the grand tour! Finally, the Chans came by and said, “Are you at Akershus Castle in Oslo, Norway? Purrs, The Chans” and they were right.

Moments later, Cody and Gracie also guessed Akershus Castle. I guess it was my worry that I might be forced to eat lutefisk that did it.

Flynn’s humans were kind enough to let me use this photo. I am certain the because it was touched up it was little harder to recognize things. Fortunately I have smart friends. And friends who are willing to run everywhere to find me–cause even if they don’t find me, others know where they don’t need to look. And don’t be like the Meezers, who said, “Thats the last time we pick up moms pants off the bathroom floor thinking they were her smarty pants.”

Find Chey Friday #279

unnamedWell this is an interesting place. But it seems a bit chilly here. I could really use a find. I don’t have long fur like some other cats. Can anyone help?

Find Full Find Chey Rules here.

Need More Cats?

Friday Ark

Weekend Cat Blogging

Sunday Guest Star: Cody and Gracie

Cody and GracieI was worried I might be eaten before I was found but within minutes, Cody and Gracie rescued me, saying, “We think you are at Dr Doolittle’s Roadside Cafe & Creamery in DuBois, PA. Cody and Gracie.”

And they were right. I was there.  I stopped to have a bit of ice cream on the way home, because if you have to run from a dinosaur, you need the energy, don’t you think?

Flynn was hoping I could visit him on the train to Plymouth but it was the wrong Plymouth. After all, we have that large pond between us and I don’t think trains can cross it.





Find Chey Friday #278

IMG_4614Hmm… This could be dangerous. I’d hate to run the wrong way and get eaten by that dinosaur. Help! Get me out of here!

Find Full Find Chey Rules here.

Need More Cats?

Friday Ark

Weekend Cat Blogging

Dona Nobis Pacem


Sunday Guest Star: Cody and Gracie and Derby and Ducky

Gracie & kennel 002Well I was getting a bit worried that I wouldn’t be found,but Cody and Gracie found me. They said, “You are at the Christ Church Burial Grounds?” And they were quickly followed by Derby and Ducky (again–I think their smarty pants are really good quality!) who said, “Christ Church Burial Ground in Phillydelphia, PA.”

Fortunately with all of them, the three of us didn’t have to stay over night in the cemetery. I mean, do you really think Ichiro wasn’t going to go hide behind a grave and jump at us? And if something ate him, who do you think would get the blame? I mean, just because I’d have thrown him in front of me to save myself…