Poor, lucky cat

On Saturday we pulled up stakes at Croton to make the long 10-mile journey to 223. Tomorrow, we are taking Allie up to Goshen to get our brakes checked because while traversing the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina, "G" felt a "drag."  When we pulled over we were hit with the stench of burning rubber and, although safe enough to continue the trek home, we knew it would need to be addressed, sooner, rather than later.  

"G" searched for a certified Ford service center that can work on a Class A motorhome, which is not as easy as you might think. We were lucky enough to find a place less than an hour away and we will head up there tomorrow to leave our baby for an indeterminate amount of time. 

Last night and today have been spent emptying the fridge, freezer, and pantry. In addition to packing  up clothes, toiletries and medications (and wine), we needed our coffee pot, toaster, and blender. Lucy even had her own baggage that took over four trips. 

My poor kitty had quite a shock to find that most of her hiding spots at 223 were gone. Her favorite box spring was sold, her window perch was removed and today, the couch and end tables found a new home. Unfortunately, her old habits of hissing at her reflection immediately resurfaced. We have the reflective surfaces covered and constantly keep an eye out for the stray cat that taunts her through the sliding glass door. 

I keep telling her what a lucky cat she is and that home is wherever her mommy and daddy are. It helped that we transferred her scratch pad, basket, bowls, water fountain, litter box and toys. Tonight, she broke out one of her favorites, a tennis ball!  

I miss my cozy Allie, but "G" seems to be in his glory. He's loving the long, hot showers and all the space.  My favorite things were a long soak in the tub and the warm, soft lighting of incandescent bulbs. The bulb thing was an interesting observation.

I have fingers and toes crossed that the time away from Allie will be short-lived. I miss her already, even as she sits in the road outside the window at 223.

Deep thought for the day:  Do what you feel, but feel what you do.  - VC