cats are very intelligent creatures. yeah. right.

well, ok. one of our cats is. i think. the other one is not. i know that for sure.

yesterday was supposed to be such a nice day. go home straight from work, pick Igor up at the DART station, or not, eat out, or not, later try and unpack some more, or not at all. with no traffic on the way I was close to home early enough to consider coming in and pet the pets in the meantime. so i did. Missy greeted me and made a triumphal arch pose so I decided she wanted to play. well fair enough. i made the cat wipe the floor while chasing the pink fur on the wand thingy and then I dropped my tired body on the couch. Missy followed and after a long series of purrs she left the couch and I called the other cat in as it is unusuall for Honey to let Missy have all the fun and attention in the greeting ritual. so i keep calling and calling and calling… looking suspiciously at the washing machine on which i set the delayed programme in the morning (i have that thing. i fear i will one day lock and wash one of the cats in the washing machine, so I locate them before i close the machine door everytime). finally i hear a very weak “meeew”. my heart went up all the way to my mouth, i struggled to swallow it back to the chest area and the race started. i was opening all wardrobes, cabinets, drawers. no sight of the cat. i could sometimes hear it so I located it somewhere in the kitchen. and so, in this beautiful new fully fitted Ikea kitchen, there are 3 units full height and fully fitted. i went up the ladder and noticed 3 catsized holes at the back of the top each unit. no idea which one she went down in. i decided to take apart the unit with built-in fridge, waiting for Igor to come from work and help me unscrew the screws. obviously… the fridge door fell apart unexpectedly so i ended up with a huge tomato-glassy mess on the new floor (yeah. plastic ketchup bottles DO make sense to me now). then Igor came in and took apart other parts of the units trying to figure out what to take out first. well. underneath the unit that was hardest to take apart, between floor and the first shelf, under the properly fitted skirting there she was. she looked at us, came out, drank some water and forgot about the whole thing, which we were fixing back to its initial state for the next few hours and which we planned to spend in a completely different way. Honey was very nice and cuddly until the end of the day and today in the morning she jumped from the bedroom wardrobe… onto the back of my thigh while I was asleep. it was then when i decided NOT to count the darker cat before i close the washing machine next time around.

by the way. waking up in a warm cozy room and touching heated wooden floor with my feet justified all the hassle,cost and time put into this relocation thing.

first weekend in the new home coming up. we’re planning to go for a nice walk to check out this Bray Summerfest. and also it is today that we will be again connected to the internet so i need to prepare my room for internet sessions and wash the armchair after the last time my beloved Missy peed on it. i mean i will soak the recliner in the garden, which will probably dye our stone slabs pink….