The trip begins...
Current location: La Quinta Suites, Albuquerque, NM
Packed until 4am last night, at which point J & I collapsed exhausted on the bed still half covered in boxes and folded laundry and fell asleep. Squeaky woke us up at 6 wanting food. We fed the kitties then went back to bed until 8:30.
Woke up, showered, finished packing, and then cleaned the bedroom. Got a goodbye visit from
nmsunbear. Cleaned the kitchen (including the fridge which had leftovers from godknowswhen and I know who left it. Am not surprised). Took out a TON of trash. Loaded the van. J showered and I packed the last orders I'll send before we leave. And off to the vet!
Vet says: a) Squeaky is male, and b) Oliver is actually just an Olive. Whoops! I was wrong, andnaamah_darling was right. It made me feel marginally better that even the vet had to squeeze around a bit to get a conclusive result. Both kitties blessedly tested negative for feline leukemia. They are still too little (1.2 lbs & 1.7 lbs respectively) to get their first found of shots, and in any case they're both on Amoxicillin and eye drops for the next week. But other than minor kitty colds, they are in perfect health. We are now soliciting official names, though "Olive" may stick, who knows.
We then got our hair trimmed up at Studio Red, stopped to drop off DVDs and buy some pie, then headed tonewsbean's house for dinner with her and her sweet hubby. There was oohing and aaaahing to be had. The kitties are doing remarkably well, considering they'd been poked, prodded, and introduced to tons of new people today. They haven't actually hissed at me at all.
From there, we went to the hotel, and we've created an impromptu kitty pen in the outside bathroom area. Like all nervous new parents, we completely kitty-proofed the area, including plugging up a kitty-sized hole under the sink. All we need is to be woken by the panicked screams of a kitten stuck behind a wall. They're eating like they've never seen food before and... well, processing the food, too. They get their meds shortly. That'll be a joy, I'm sure. I'm sure eye droplets four times a day will endear them to us. :(
Realistically: update tomorrow night. I have all day tomorrow to finish photoediting; that didn't really get done with us packing up house. Tomorrow we set off after we run a few last errands; not sure where we'll end up, but it'll be an adventure.
Packed until 4am last night, at which point J & I collapsed exhausted on the bed still half covered in boxes and folded laundry and fell asleep. Squeaky woke us up at 6 wanting food. We fed the kitties then went back to bed until 8:30.
Woke up, showered, finished packing, and then cleaned the bedroom. Got a goodbye visit from
nmsunbear. Cleaned the kitchen (including the fridge which had leftovers from godknowswhen and I know who left it. Am not surprised). Took out a TON of trash. Loaded the van. J showered and I packed the last orders I'll send before we leave. And off to the vet!Vet says: a) Squeaky is male, and b) Oliver is actually just an Olive. Whoops! I was wrong, and
naamah_darling was right. It made me feel marginally better that even the vet had to squeeze around a bit to get a conclusive result. Both kitties blessedly tested negative for feline leukemia. They are still too little (1.2 lbs & 1.7 lbs respectively) to get their first found of shots, and in any case they're both on Amoxicillin and eye drops for the next week. But other than minor kitty colds, they are in perfect health. We are now soliciting official names, though "Olive" may stick, who knows.We then got our hair trimmed up at Studio Red, stopped to drop off DVDs and buy some pie, then headed to
newsbean's house for dinner with her and her sweet hubby. There was oohing and aaaahing to be had. The kitties are doing remarkably well, considering they'd been poked, prodded, and introduced to tons of new people today. They haven't actually hissed at me at all. From there, we went to the hotel, and we've created an impromptu kitty pen in the outside bathroom area. Like all nervous new parents, we completely kitty-proofed the area, including plugging up a kitty-sized hole under the sink. All we need is to be woken by the panicked screams of a kitten stuck behind a wall. They're eating like they've never seen food before and... well, processing the food, too. They get their meds shortly. That'll be a joy, I'm sure. I'm sure eye droplets four times a day will endear them to us. :(
Realistically: update tomorrow night. I have all day tomorrow to finish photoediting; that didn't really get done with us packing up house. Tomorrow we set off after we run a few last errands; not sure where we'll end up, but it'll be an adventure.