This is almost, but not quite, the last chapter in the saga of a move we made in 2000. If you’d like to read it from the beginning, the links to earlier chapters are below.
The Cat’s in the Kettle at the Peking Moon….
The cats were settling in pretty well. They liked the big window in “their” room, along with their multi-level “jungle-gym”: the six cardboard moving wardrobes containing my “excess”clothing. The closets in the new house were small. Very small. So small that I needed to keep the wardrobe boxes, at least until I figured out what to do with the clothes they contained.
Cecily and Tyler were dying to go outside, casting longing looks at squirrels and birds through the sliding glass doors in the family room. Taz sat in a corner of his room looking evilly at us all, his conversion to ‘normal kitty’ short-lived.
While our home in Tampa had been very close to a busy road, Whitehall Avenue had little traffic. We could let the cats out to play in our new neighborhood, as soon as they were ‘bonded’ to the house. Just another week, I reckoned.
Even I had cabin fever, after several days of nonstop unpacking. It was time to take a walk and explore our new neighborhood. Bob had asked me if I’d seen a Radio Shack in the vicinity, and sure enough, as I reached the corner I saw a Radio Shack. But it was the nearby shops that really caught my eye.
One read “Bangkok Pet and Supply”. The other read “High Thai restaurant”. They were adjacent.
I was immediately nervous about letting the cats out. Not to mention about the contents of the Thai take-out Bob had brought home the evening before.
Do you remember this parody by Weird Al, called Cat in the Kettle? You just never know. (If you don’t know this parody, you simply must click the link to listen. Don’t worry. It should open in a new window and you can come right back to finish reading this riveting post.)
Still, I thought it was worth the risk. I had Asian friends and I knew they didn’t eat cat.
These are things that must be considered when moving cats.
But first, I had to send away for kitty identification tags with our new address and phone number. I was still looking for the forms packed away. I also knew given Bob’s packing scheme, I’d never find them. Of course, this was before we were used to just going on line to solve all our problems. Besides, I didn’t have internet yet.
Looking for the earlier chapters?
Preface: Moving on by moving
Chapter 1: Packing–how hard could it be?
Chapter 2: The adaptability of cats
Chapter 3: Exiled to Pacific Hell
Chapter 4: Hansel & Gretel’s cottage
Chapter 5: Creative solutions
Chapter 6: Remember party lines?
Chapter 7: Purgatory
Chapter 8: Getting cable