[To the left, a big passenger van, slightly beat up, pale tan or grey, depending on the light. To the right, Tyrava, a smallish tiny house or largish vardo, painted lavender with dark purple trim.]
So what with one thing & another … we haven’t gotten a lot done, even now that we’re on the land. Space is tight, the wind is terrible, & we’re putting a lot of work into simply surviving from one minute to the next, waiting til the container shows up so that we have some ROOM.
But it’s taking longer than they’d said it would — 7-10 days is NOT the same as ‘up to 25 business days’, y’all — & I got to the point where I realized I was gonna hafta make more room in Tyrava. I did an accountability thread on twitter as I worked, & basically I’m just gonna copy that over here.
Continue reading SPOON: making room
[Flat land, sparsely covered in brown tumbleweeds, leads up to rugged, snowy mountain peaks.]
‘Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered …’
… okay, no, but we _did_ manage to get the van stuck within a hundred feet of our borders, & by ‘we’ I mean ‘I’, & it took us four days to get it unstuck, so, uh, there’s been a lot going on.
But the view is like that! So that helps a lot. Continue reading SPOON: on the land
[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is curled up on his side in a rectangular forest green basket. His paws are tucked up in front of him and his belly is pale tan. Lining fabric from a jacket, deep maroon, spills over the edge of the basket; Tom has his head resting on it.]
Tom used to love this basket before we moved here, but once we got here he totally ignored it. Until a few days ago, when, in the process of packing up, it got stuck on the coffee table.
Which is where it’s stayed since then, because we’re clearly Not Allowed to move it.
Continue reading cats: Tom’s favorite basket edition
[Loiosh, an orange tabby, is hunkered up in his cat bed. He’s facing the camera, but only the upper part of his head is visible, because he’s got his chin shoved into a plastic bag. The label on the bag contains nutrition information, but most of it isn’t very legible.]
You gotta wonder about the boy sometimes. Like, what’s in that bag, & why is he huffing it. Continue reading cats: huffing the chocolate edition
[Marisol, a very small longhaired calico, is standing in a low box on a set of wooden shelves. She’s looking up and to the right, and one little white forepaw is raised. Her ears and whiskers are both perked forward, interested, and she is slightly blurry with motion.]
Is she climbing up? Continue reading cats: where is Marisol going edition
[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is meatloafed ona bright quilt, right next to a wood-paneled wall. His eyes are half-closed and he looks very content.]
All the humans here have been working our butts off, but the cats are mostly still serene. It turns out that having one cat who actually LIKES moving (that’d be Loiosh) helps the rest of the cats in the house deal with the usually-traumatic process.
You can see above how traumatized Tom is not. Continue reading cats: tomcat cuddles edition
[A somewhat blurry shot of the inside of the van, from the front seats. It’s moderately full of boxes. You can still see out the back, though.]
Yesterday was Schlepping Trip #2, feat. me hauling Yet More Stuff down to Alamosa, also Extremely Bored Loiosh. Continue reading SPOON: more schlepping
[Major Tom, a big grey tabby wearing a purple harness, sits in a blue cat stroller, looking out to the right of the camera.]
Tom’s been wiggly with spring coming in, so Jasper & I decided to take him along to run errands.
He was … not entirely sure about this, but it did get him out of the house, & he got a pup cup from the local coffeeshop, so he was pretty good with that.
Continue reading cats: Tom about town edition
[The road stretches out through the center of this wide shot; at the distant horizon, a hint of snow-covered mountains blends into the low clouds. The road is tree-lined on the left side; snowy fields on the right lead up to a snow-roofed barn.]
I haven’t been talking about it much, mostly because STRESS & I dunwanna, but we’re coming up on the end of our time in our winter haven. It’s time to move. Also the van registration was due, for which I needed the title, which was in Alamosa, so I decided to work on two problems at once by loading up the van & driving south. Continue reading SPOON: first load edition
[Major Tom, a big grey tabby with a pale belly, is rolling in the dirt. He’s mostly on his back, one forepaw tucked, head flung back to display his white chin.]
Look, Tom just really likes rolling in the dirt, is what. It’s nicely scratchy, it’s a good stretch, & especially this time of year, it’s his best way of getting rid of his winter coat.
… other than letting his humans brush him, anyways, but why would he DO that.
Continue reading cats: Tom goes rolling edition