Come along, Meow-meows

As we're packing up the house, mounds of stuff are growing in various corners; odd conglomerates of toilet bowl cleaner and pencils in one pile, an old knife set and a litter box in another. We're nothing if not list-makers, however organizing those lists into functional, helpful pieces of organization are something else. As an idea or thought strikes, we rush to find it and then throw it on the To Go pile. Eventually it'll all work out...probably as soon as we get into the apartment and have a large mound of stuff that we keep having to climb over to get anywhere else in the place.

The thing is, we're not taking anything from the house that is leaving it in deficit. This is all extra stuff we've been collecting for the last three years but don't use. Why we have a second something of everything is best left for Jeff to explain. He would also be able to talk about the thirteen Air Wick Harmonization refills we have unfortunately stashed in the closet since we've now stopped using them as of yesterday, based on several forwarded emails heralding the potential fire hazard in plug-in air fresheners.

Then we got home last night to find the cats laying in the living room, rolling to and fro over the acre of Meowy-Wowwie cat nip spread all over the living room carpet from a bag that had been unceremoniously taken from the To Go pile and chewed open.
"It's rehab time for the cats," I said as the Dyson successfully picked up ever last flake of the stuff in a single pass.
"Nothing but cheap cat-nip 'ho's...willing to do anything for their next cat-nip fix," Jeff replied.
"They're so going to suffocate us in the new apartment while we sleep."
"Probably."