Our move was one of the funniest things that has happened to us in a while. We left Sunday morning. I took 3 cats and Bella in the SUV, and Sam took a cat and the rat in the giant UHaul. (Yes, we have four cats. No, we are not crazy.)
Remember how I said UHaul upgraded us to a 26′ over a 17′ because they didn’t have a 17′?
Yeah. :/ That upgrade meant we got a UHaul that looked as if we were moving a small circus – not a 2 bedroom home. Surprisingly? We needed the extra space. We have that much crap – how sad is that?
So once everyone (and thing) was loaded in, our walkie talkies (W/T for short) had batteries, and both us us had food and water, we headed out. All I could think of the entire time was, “The UHaul is going to tip over and I am going to watch Sam fall off a cliff.” But he did awesome driving that sucker – only once did it really lean to the side and after a mild heart attack I was fine.
With the walkie talkies, we got to chat the whole way. We bought them when we moved from San Diego to here 3 years ago – the drive then was 2 days and we only needed a 10′ UHaul back then. (At one point in this marriage we only needed a pickup truck and Jetta to move. Talk about accumulation.)
Bella immediately fell asleep, but the kitties were a mess. First, they HATE the car. Hate it. And they hate being in their cages even more. So behind me were a chorus of unhappy meows – for 3 straight hours. It was pretty funny at one point because they all took turns.
Sam let me listen to his kitty, Mews, on the speaker since she was a disaster and beyond terrified, and then got back on the W/T to tell me that, “Mews has no color in her eyes. She looks like she just licked a toad.”
I almost wet my pants laughing at that one.
My oldest kitty, Jynx, was out of the cage and on the passenger floorboard. I thought he was doing great – just hanging out – and I had the air conditioner on to keep them all cool. Suddenly, he pulls himself up onto the seat, barely making it up, pants, lays down, looks up at me, and I see this:
I freak out. Obviously my cat has contracted rabies somewhere along the way. I tell Sam, “Jynxie is foaming at the mouth.”
There is a pause and then, “What?”
I repeat myself and try to drive while watching Jynx for signs of madness. He looks very unhappy, and begins to foam more. It’s long and stringy and all shiny. Ew.
“He did this before,” Sam says into the speaker. “From California, and he got so overheated we stuck him in the ice chest – remember?”
I do, and this is reassuring. My cat is not rabid, just hot. I point the air directly on him.
However, the foam is getting out of control. It’s everywhere, and it’s nasty. Jynx attempts to crawl into my lap, and I push him away and touch the foam.
“Aaaah!” I shriek into the speaker. “He got foam on me and it’s not coming off. He’s foaming all over the car!”
He really did get it everywhere. The seat was all shiny, his neck and head, the console in the middle. I couldn’t get it off anything, so I grabbed Bella’s hat and began trying to wipe it off his face, which made him angrier.
Once he began meowing, things picked up in the back with the other two, who believed they were going to die in their cages.
I now had 3 angry kitties – one of which was a foaming mess.
Realizing I needed to drive and clean up later, I let him continue to foam while trying to push him to the floor – so he could just do it on the mat. He didn’t budge and I gave up.
We finally got to our apartment, where the kitties hid in the bathroom and hissed at each other for the next 2 days.
Once we got everything unloaded and up the three flights of stairs- thanks to my brother, his friend, and girlfriend, and two of the most awesome moving guys ever – I just sat and surveyed the damage.
Notice how amazing I looked (hello mascara) and how tired Bella was.
And now? We’re unpacking and getting everything set up in here. I love our new little place.
The kitties still have some adjusting to do. I think we’re all praying we don’t have to do this again for a while.