…over cats, that is.
I’m not sure why I was driving, but we piled his car up (safely!) for a trip up to the house on the second day of moving.
Not nearly so crusty.
This must have been before we started moving, because I am surely not tired enough in this picture.
Both getting used to being around each other a little more.
Most of these are kitchen boxes.
Goodbye, unpleasant place!
I like having a lawn.
See, I don’t hate them all the time.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have a draw string at the waist. This proved problematic.
Here’s Jackie, sitting pretty in my old apartment while I’m packing. They were both very bewildered by the packing process.
Also before we added his cruft.
Minus that shoe rack.
Music makes the world go ’round.
Steep.
My man.
Landscaping is fun!
Jackie was so freaked by the move–she mewed up a storm, like in this pic.
For a first-timer, that’s not so bad.
We bought so much mulch that week.
There’s that tired-as-hell shot that’s needed after a move.
Some empty damn boxes.
It’s a must with a push mower.
Only smooth after, of course. The first mowing was… tiring.
Before we fucked it up with all my furniture.
Here’s me, looking a bit dubious about the whole thing.
Much too small a sink, but an awesome faucet.
Notice that I’ve got all the furniture–couch, entertainment stand… file cabinet. >_<
About to get the beats bumpin’, as the kids say.
Churned like butta, baby.
