I’ve been looking forward to today for weeks, with visions of a lazy Sunday breakfast at the dining table with my husband in our new home in our new country, morning sun streaming through the window, house with some sort of semblance of order given we’ve been here since Wednesday evening.
Instead, large vital furniture are in the wrong rooms as they either won’t go up the stairs and/or through the living room door which is upstairs, boxes are still packed full of crockery as the small kitchen really does have a storage issue and it’s lashing with rain, with rumbles of thunder. Joe Brown and I are full of colds – he having driven us here for seven hours with a fever, a fever I caught up with on Friday. The cat, albeit not happy at spending so much time in the car, coped remarkably well and seemed reasonably happy the day after we arrived, has now not eaten since Thursday afternoon. Weepy session on my part resulted in trip to gentle-voiced vet yesterday morning and we came home with a veritable meze of different foods, in line with his known kidney issues, to try and tempt him. Desperation has halted all major unpacking and moving around of furniture in the hope that calmness will ensue the consumption of more than the occasional laps of water. Light pottering is the order of the next couple of days – Joe Brown is changing plugs and I plan to clean the bathroom. Coaxing doesn’t work, smearing his paws with food just pisses him off. In the meantime, he displays moments of acute alertness and feline deftness but mostly curls up or crouches sphinx-like on the chair, occasionally padding slowly and carefully out in to the garden where he sits on the edge of the border, end of tail swishing slowly back and forth, back and forth.
It can take them a few days to settle down; one of mine spend 3 days in a cupboard he was so traumatised by moving.
We moved into our new pad on July 16th. We still haven’t unpacked. It is now Sept 12th. We are both stressed and shitty about this. Much of the lack of getting ourselves organised abd settled has been because we’ve both been away so much this summer (this coming w/e will be the first that sees us both at home) and also we have MAJOR storage issues. In fact we have f*ck all storage. Fact. I am, however, very glad we don’t have a fluffy being to try and settle in too. I hope the handsome chap starts eating soon.
(oh, and we both have colds too.)
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Oh bloody hell!! Not a good start….I hope you all feel better soon and start to feel normal again
I don’t suppose saying “it will take time” fills you with much more than “Oh xxxx off!!”
Thinking of you both and “virtual sctratch under the chin for the tabby panther” xx
Oh dear! What a shame for him and you two as well. Perhaps the pottering time will give you a chance to think of ways to organise the furniture? It does sound like the best thing for poor old Tabby Panther and indeed for you with your colds. I do hope he settles down soon and that the sun comes out – always a help
Lots of love to you all.
xxx
Give him time – as well as yourselves, it is a shock to all of you, probably finding and ‘unpacking’ a couple of comfy chairs, a couple of mugs and a lap for said cat would go a long way to make you all feel a little less frazzled and feverish – you’ll get there in the end x
Hope all three of you get well soon… and hope things look up in general x