Hola, my bitches.
The Sparkles family has managed to drag its sorry ass across town and is now settling in to the new house. As I'm sure you can imagine, this weekend totally blew ass. I'm still sitting here surrounded by boxes wondering how in the hell a few minor kitchen appliances and a couple pillows managed to occupy approximately forty eight cardboard boxes, but whatever. The house is fab, the neighbors kick ass, and I know we'll be very happy here.
Because I know you're dying to know (and you are, so shut up), the cats are doing alright. I've always known that Maggie and Gloria -- despite being members of the same species -- are completely different animals, but this move has emphasized the point even more. Maggie is as dumb as a box of hair, but she's totally fearless. Once we got here and I let her out of the carrier she tore ass around the house, jumping up on any surface she could find, crawling into any space where she could fit, and exploring any crevice that managed to attract the attention of her little peanut brain. Gloria, a very deliberate, thoughtful cat, ran and hid under the bed for the day. She's still quite skittish about the whole situation and freaks the fuck out whenever we open the refrigerator, but since Maggie lunges headfirst into the crisper to see what the hell kind of shenanigans the lettuce and broccoli have been up to since her last inspection it's a pretty good balance.
So, we're here. We're unpacking, the cats are adjusting, and the unsuspecting area residents have no idea that some big ass fools have just infiltrated their neighborhood. God help them.
The Sparkles family has managed to drag its sorry ass across town and is now settling in to the new house. As I'm sure you can imagine, this weekend totally blew ass. I'm still sitting here surrounded by boxes wondering how in the hell a few minor kitchen appliances and a couple pillows managed to occupy approximately forty eight cardboard boxes, but whatever. The house is fab, the neighbors kick ass, and I know we'll be very happy here.
Because I know you're dying to know (and you are, so shut up), the cats are doing alright. I've always known that Maggie and Gloria -- despite being members of the same species -- are completely different animals, but this move has emphasized the point even more. Maggie is as dumb as a box of hair, but she's totally fearless. Once we got here and I let her out of the carrier she tore ass around the house, jumping up on any surface she could find, crawling into any space where she could fit, and exploring any crevice that managed to attract the attention of her little peanut brain. Gloria, a very deliberate, thoughtful cat, ran and hid under the bed for the day. She's still quite skittish about the whole situation and freaks the fuck out whenever we open the refrigerator, but since Maggie lunges headfirst into the crisper to see what the hell kind of shenanigans the lettuce and broccoli have been up to since her last inspection it's a pretty good balance.
So, we're here. We're unpacking, the cats are adjusting, and the unsuspecting area residents have no idea that some big ass fools have just infiltrated their neighborhood. God help them.
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