Me? Snarky? Never.

The Mom said this morning that I was being snarkier than usual. Hmph. Just because it snowed and she didn't have to go to school until 11am doesn't mean that she shouldn't feed me at my usual 5:30am. I have routines and I stick to them and she needs to understand that.

Taking Care of Sick Humans

Sorry I haven't written in while. We had all been busy getting settled into the new place when the Mom and the Dad both decided to get sick. It's bad enough when one of them gets sick. At least then the one human takes care of the other and we fuzzies only have to go in and do some emotional backup. With both of them sick, we have to work overtime with the purrs and snuggles.

I do have one complaint about the new house: it's FREAKING COLD!!!! Turn up the heat already. You would think with two sick humans, they would want the house to be nice and warm, right? Bah. This place is worse than the last place. The Mom does think that the temperature gauge on the thermostat is a bit off so she plans on buying a little indoor thermometer to check it. But in the mean time can you please turn up the heat?

At least the Mom's office is a smidge warmer than the rest of the house. I have officially claimed it as My Room. I'll let a couple of the Brats in to visit but it is mine. M. I. N. E. Mine. It also gets the most sun during the day and has a really big window (I can see why the Mom put her office in here). Here's a pic of me alseep on one of the boxes in the office. Yes, the Mom has a lot of junk and will probably be spending the next three years unpacking.

My Palace

I've survived the move. It was long and a huge hardship. The movers took two whole days packing up all of the junk the humans have collected and moving it to the new house. Thankfully I was only locked up in the bathroom for part of one day, but it was a very long day. I can't believe the Mom locked me up not only with the Annoying One but three other Brats as well. The Maine Coons were able to go to the new place but where am I? Stuck in a tiny bathroom freezing my little tushie off.

I have to give the Mom some credit. She said she would buy a really nice house for us to live in and I think she did a pretty good job. It's got multiple floors with lots of stairs to sleep on and plenty of room for me to stay away from all the Brats. If they are on one floor, I just go to another one and it's nice and quiet. Amazingly, I'm actually happy with the place.

Now technically the house is in the humans' names, but you know what? This is going to be my palace. I've already claimed most of the house and since I'm the oldest kitty, I shall be the Queen of Everything inside of it.

Of course the Brats are ruining my new home with them running all over the place and going nuts. I can't tell who is having more fun. Even Bomber, who is the most laid back of the Brats, has been sighted spazzing around.

I will post some pictures as soon as the Mom finds the camera. It's in a box. Somewhere. Like everything else. Heck, I'm stuck using the Mom's laptop 'cause that's buried in her office behind fifty boxes.

P.S. The Mom is hurting and exhausted. Of course, she's working really long days everyday this week. If she doesn't get better, it's all her own fault.

Let the Panic Begin!

We're moving tomorrow and you know what? The humans aren't even ready for it. According to the Mom, the bedroom needs a minimum of one coat of paint, no blinds have been put up, and they still haven't cleaned the new house yet. On top of that, I don't think they've packed one box of stuff yet.

The Mom isn't too worried about that last part. Since she sprained her ankle, she decided to have the movers pack up all the stuff. Oh I feel sorry for them. There are places in the apartment where boxes have sat for the 3+ years we've been here that must be covered with a good inch coating of dust and cat hair. Even that thought scares me. The Mom did say if the workers did a good job and didn't complain she'll give them a good tip. She is good that way.

Speaking of the Mom, her ankle is getting worse. This week has been hard on her. If she wasn't already working a 12 hour day (a good portion of that is on her feet), what little free time she's had has been spent painting the new place. When she came home from teaching last night, she looked utterly fried. I'm starting to worry about her. Of course she tried to humor me and say things will be better after we move. I hope so. That damn air cast came a little too close to my tail more than once.

I'll update you all either tomorrow night or Sunday to let you know how everything went. At least the humans were smart enough to get the broadband access hooked up first.