Moving Day

Or should I say moving days? The movers came yesterday and packed all of the items for storage and the air freight. They started on the sea freight and should be arriving any minute today to finish that. It's really funny to see the material "stuff" of your life go into crates and boxes. They had to send out a specialist to crate the glass top table. It was pretty cool - he came with a small box truck which had a generator, circular saw and everything in it and set up tables right in the street to make a custom crate. It only took him about 20 minutes.

It was tough for the cats. Poor guys, they spent most of the day closed in the bathroom, because the front and back doors were both open. Then they were in their crates for transport to the hotel. At the hotel, they were so freaked out by any noise from the hallway or anything. They've calmed down by this morning, but they're still really trying to figure out what's going on. The good thing is that they were really good and quiet in the crates, which bodes well for the flight. I feel bad that they have to go through so many adjustments in the next couple of months - leaving the house, hotel for nine nights, Simi's parents for around a month and then finally the new apartment. I read somewhere that cats are really attached to their location, not like dogs who attach to people. I just hope that's not true for my cats. I know people who have done this and their cats have been fine, so that gives me hope. :)
The movers are here, gotta go....