Moving sucks. It forces you to go through everything you own and play favorites. That being said, I probably needed to go through all of my books and stuff and pare them down anyway.
I have over 50 boxes (yay grocery store dude!) and already a whopping 3.5 of them are packed. Considering I don't have a job or a new place to live, I'd say I am right on track.
It has been 10 days since Iggie died. He was the best cat I could have ever known and after 17 years with him, there is a big void in my life. When I see the other solid black cat walking in the other room I am still calling out "hey Igs", before I remember that he is gone. The vets office has called and said his ashes are ready to be picked up, but I am not able to deal with that yet.
Edgar, the fluffy little cat, has been crying to go outside non stop. He is not an outdoor cat, none of mine are, but he has escaped a few times and tasted Outside. And he wants more. He doesn't seem to understand when I tell him to stop yowling or be quiet. Ignoring him makes it worse. My brother said that maybe he was looking for Iggie, which was sweet, but I don't think that is what he is doing. Cats do pick up on their owners stress though, so maybe I just need to do some nice calm breathing and think relaxing thoughts for a while. Couldn't hurt, right?