I am sooo not looking forward to this move. Moving yes, but all the hassle, no. I'm playing ostrich and pretending it's not actually happening. La la la just going to peacefully quilt - there's nothing I'm supposed to be doing.
The quilting is going great. I've finished the second row of fans and now I'm on the third.
Have found out after way too much internet time that the size of cage I need for the big cats can't be sent to our APO. So now I have to get two here in Egypt. I've heard there's a pet shop in Zamalek that may have them or I can call Lufthansa out at the airport and they should have them. I am sooo not looking forward to making that phone call so I'm putting it off for today. Instead I'll get the sherpa bags ordered for the little cats who are going into the cabin with us.
Went with my friend C. to take two of her cats to the vet for their shots and microchipping. her big guy is a sweetie and did just fine, but the female cat is still too much of a feral street cat to put up with any doctoring. She ended up smooshed in a cage under lots of sedation.
So I know that Howler can get the chip etc, I just have really started questioning whether we should take him at all. Just putting the food in the cages made him blow a fuse. Night before last he pitched a howling fit in our bedroom during the middle of the night. I woke up when he jumped up on the bed yelling (after apparently an hour of hollering with no one paying attn to him - I slept through it and my hubby just tried to ignore it). Got up with the crazy boy and stroked him while he ate.
He is a sweet, strange cat but he definitely has issues. The cats have to go to the vet three times before we move (chips and rabies shot, blood test a month later, final health check right before we leave). I just don't know that the boy can take it.
I was worrying about him last night and just couldn't get to sleep. At his first howl in the bedroom I jumped up and went out to pet on him. He can only be petted while he is either eating or thinking about eating. Has to be right by the food dish (at least for me to pet him - he likes my sweetie better, prob cuz sweetie has never taken him to the vet) either howling, purring, or actually eating.
At least the other cats are doing fine. Bibi has never been freaked by the cages, so no big deal for him to adapt. The first day the cages were out, the little girls stayed out of sight for hours and then did the slink with the tail hung low for quite some time after that. But last night Lily went right into the cage to eat. Lily and Pokey have been taken to the vet since they were about a month old - wee tiny orphaned creatures I carried in a shoebox with holes poked in the top. They might not be happy about it, but they can deal.
I will be so happy in about 7 months time when we are all settled in our new place, hopefully with all our belongings. Fingers crossed.