Here I am, home early from work, writing about life when I should be hurriedly packing to depart for Kat’s wedding in Vermont.
I would be here an hour earlier, procrastinating from a more leisurely regime of packing. Except, I spent the 7-8 a.m. timeslot this morning herding cats.
Yes, this means we are still acting as Elise & Peter’s kitten boarding house.
Last night we had a friend of a friend come by to attempt to offer some basic veterinary services to the trio of kittens, and they were having none of it. We managed to adopt one out to a friend before the night was out, and this morning was devoted to transferring the remaining pair out of the powder room (where they had taken up a potentially permanent residence under our sink) and into Gina’s generously donated crate.
If I made that sound easy it’s mostly because I have to stop blogging and start packing.
Speaking of which…