We’ve been in for just over a week now and things are finally starting to settle. We found good pizza/italian and mexican, started hanging pictures/decorating, and our mailbox is getting mail.
Our new furniture (and thanks to my mom, our 5+ year old wedding present) is getting delivered this week. I’ve had the same bed, dresser, and mirror for around 20 years now ( They sure don’t make particle board like they used too.)
Alarm, fire, and carbon monoxide system is also getting installed this week.
The only room that remains to be fixed is the kitchen. That should be done by the end of the month.
The biggest problem we’ve encountered is the curiosity of the cats. While we thought we had all the bases covered with a quite room for them, filled with things from “home,” ample food, liter, water, catnip, etc… it never crossed our mind that they’d act like cats… climb boxes and tables… and work their way into the dark, dusty, spider web infested crawlspace.
After we finished moving the weekend before last, exhausted and late, we discovered that half of the cats were effectively missing. Frau, the most resiliant of the bunch, was pretty much adjusted before the 24 hours in the new place was even up. She was not hiding anywhere and was playing fetch before we went to bed. The boys, Pisoi and Greieras, were hiding in the basement, between boxes or under chairs. The two little ones though, Dash and Chestnut, were no where to be found. Not in the house anywhere. Not in the garage. With a panicked wife, I even went outside at one in the morning and looked around the house to see if they managed to slip outside while we were bringing boxes in… nothing.
The Wife went to bed crying, and I went to bed thinking “Damn… what a way to start a new life in a new house,” and hoping I’d not be called out on my “Don’t worry baby… we’ll find them” tranquilizer.
So we’re rummaging through the piles of boxes when The Wife noticed two little paws poking through the little gap in the ceiling that divides the basement from the crawlspace. Sure as shit, the sisters found their way up the boxes, through the holes, and over, into the crawlspace.
Coaxing them out with food, I fill the gaps with insulation… “That’ll fix that!”
Pffft… the next morning I awake to find the girls pulled the insulation out.
That led to the first unexpected home improvment.
Now the whole length of the wall has chicken wire stapled to it.
That’ll Fix That!
…and apparently it did.
