O the Inertia of it All!

I've been procrastipacking all day. Like... do one thing to prep for my trip tomorrow, rest, do one thing, rest. And now of course I'm sleepy but can't go to bed. Packfail.

I have no energy these days. Minion and Haley are taking advantage by tag teaming their cuddles while I loll on the couch reading blogs. And taking too long to compose blog comments.

Ohhhh the inertia of it all.

So the Once Greatly Important question of which books to pack has been made easier by le e-reader. Just take the kobo with me, and choose what I want to read from that selection--which is about 30 books. I usually bring a physical book too, though, cause I like to read at take off and landing which is when electronic devices get the boot. I don't know whether to bring the Katie Fforde book with me. It's a quite large trade size. Decisions decisions.

In Leonard Cohen's song "Coming Back to You" the song ends with the idea that the song's been written as a way of avoiding going back to the lover in question. "And all I've said is just instead of coming back to you."

I wonder how many blog posts should end: And all I've written is just instead of [packing, or other chore of the moment.]

5 AM update: Sigh, of course, no sleeps. (Neeeessun doooormaaaa! No sleep toniiiiight!) Just this slow lethargic packing. Everything's been tossed in, now to consult the checklist. And maybe cull a few clothes.

Universal Kitteh Packing Help, after the video...

Madame bathes in suitcase

  

One Cat's Opinion

On my original blog one of my cats, Tigernan (Nombly) had his own editorial column called One Cat's Opinion. Here's what he had to say...

Arrivederci kittehs!

Soon I'm going out west to spend a month with my family--with my dad and step-mother in Nanaimo, and some pop overs to Vancouver to see the mother and brother.

I will miss my furbitudes! Here are their latest pics...

Minion falls asleep on the heaters and falls off them. With the desk pushed up, as long as she sleeps by it, she's okay.

Sleeping on my hands works too.

 Knuckle pillow.

Here she is up on the grandfather boxes, communing with the spirits.

 

Haley's turn by the window...

We watched this poor gal struggle with one foot in a cast over the ice.

And here's one of the dog walkers I like to mock when I'm cozy and warm. (Until Shooter visited, then I couldn't mock so much.)

"Dogs in MY view?!"

I have a piece of fabric over my chair, in theory to keep the kitty nails out of it. Naturally Evil Minion got around it--decided it was a great game to leap onto the back of the chair, under the cloth. Then climb up and over to my side, and lean against my back.

This is the little mat in case she falls off the heater, but I discovered she likes to sleep on it. Most cats don't like to sleep on the floor, but this one does.

Random pic of her cave in the livingroom that I built for her, under a chair. She's into caves. When I tidy I put all her toys in front of it.

When we come in with groceries she comes a runnin'... first to look for cat toys, second to steal food, third to sit in the bags.

I'll miss them but I leave them in the capable hands of their beloved daddio.