Counting Cats

July 20

Holy flan! We're in our new place!

Well, mostly. I'm typing this in our new place. Most of our kitchen (sans the all-important coffeemaker) is still in the old place, as is my printer, my dirty clothes, and a whole lot of "miscellaneous" including pictures, lamps, plants, etc. But all the big furniture is moved, thanks to the tireless efforts of Mary Anne and David, who went above-and-beyond in helping Heather and I move many heavy pieces of furniture up our 38 really annoying leg-muscle-into-jelly-ifying steps. Whoo. So we have a living room now, with couches and shelves and TV and table and lamps and such, and a functional-if-cluttered office space for the typing of the journal entries, and a kitchen that's a long way from being usable, honestly, being filled as it is with boxes and general clutter, and a bedroom with a bed in. And a bathroom, but that's pretty much unchanged from the way it was when we moved in, except now there's a curtain in the window. La!

Also, we have kittens. We went to the San Francisco branch of the SPCA and underwent their rather laborious adoption process, and came home with a pair of kittens, an orange tabby we've named Marzipan and a black short-haired domestic with rather odd markings (like smoke rings) named Zanzibar. They are two months and three months old, respectively, and are gradually growing accustomed to their new home. Zanzibar has lived in a cage for two of his three months of existence, and is rather insanely energetic, probably from being stir-crazy, and has been sick with ringworm and upper respiratory problems for his entire life -- he's on antibiotics for the latter for another week. The ringworm is all cleared-up, though. Marzipan is fluffier, calmer, more sedate, though still playful. Here are the obligatory pictures:

There's not much else going on. Unpacking, running extension cords and phone wires, discovering all the necessary things we've forgotten to bring from the old house (we're still gradually moving out of there, and will likely be doing so for the next two weeks). I will, sometime soon, get back into a routine of reading books and writing fiction and answering e-mail and so forth. Until then, I bid you adieu. I've got some boxes to unpack.

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