Sex In the City is Back
We officially moved into the city last night. The last of the major stuff was organized (though we're still missing a couch) as were the cats. They still aren't speaking to us this morning and one has passive aggressively puked a hairball onto one of my shoes to underscore their mutual displeasure at being uprooted. Honestly, the majority of our conversations about the cons of this move have all centered around the inability of the cats to be able to adjust to four days in a larg-ish one bedroom in the city. And it's not like these were outdoor kitties up at the house. They were housebound but just had three floors to run around and play in AND we'll be back there for 1/2 of the week. I've completely hit my limit with them (and I'm typically a patient, animal-concerned kind of human) and I'm completely OVER coddling these cats and their delicate feline sensibilities. I'm totally going to be murdered in my sleep for admitting that out loud but it's true. No more discussions about how we're psychologically damaging the kitties with the move. I have three words for them at the next bad attitude demonstration: Burn. Pile. Kitties. Look it up.
And speaking of pussies, while I know it will sound like a cliché, there was some women in our building who spent the better part of the evening getting the hell banged out of her last night. I know this because her window was open and she was letting the city know. Loudly. It was comical the grunts and moans floating down to our place and when we'd go to the window to see if we could figure out who it was, you'd see the silhouettes of the other building tenants at their windows doing the same. That's something I'm going to have to remember: bite the pillow during dirty monkey sex if I don't want the neighbors to know our sha-zizzle.
It was everything to stay up until 11:30 last night, get up at 6am with a full nights sleep and be to work by 7am. I'm going to love it even more when I leave work at 4pm and walk in the apartment at 4:30. I might even take a nap just because I can.
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You'r posting concerns me. I will be bringing my cat and dog to the upstate house for the Thanksgiving weekend for the first time. The cat is 16 and the dog is 15 going on 16. I am really nervous as I have cheap wall to wall carpeting. I am so enjoying having a house with no hair! But I knew it had to come to an end sometime. Long gone will be the days of rolling around on the carpet and not getting covered with hair. Long gone will be the days of dropping something on the floor and just kissing it up to God.
I would *adore* moving back into the city. The bf's cats were never affectionate anymore -- They'll just have to deal.