Thanks to everyone for their purrs.

I couldn't figure out any help financially, so I did a crazy thing, and
applied for a credit card.  Probably put me in debt for life, but at
least I got everything covered for now.  Except boxes!  I NEED boxes!
Arrgghhhh!

Still only have maybe 12 boxes packed.  There are various sizes of empty
boxes all around (and a few full), which, of course, are of great
interest to the cats.  Katie had a fun time hiding in one of them last
night.  I went to put some more stuff in it, and found her sitting
there, looking up at me with her adorable eyes, and burst out laughing.

I'm walking a few things down as I can (hey, it's only one block down
the alley!), but I'm still looking at everything that needs done, and
going "Arrrrghhhhh!" a lot.  As you may have noticed.

Meanwhile, DH thinks it's perfectly okay for him to spend four days at a
gaming convention.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Have to clean out the new place before The Big Move, too.  I suppose I
will have to do that, as well.  Gripe, grumble, whine.

The cats are not happy today, as it is very hot.  I'm not happy, either.
 Being a post-menopausal woman, I'm supposed to have hot *flashes*,
right?  Nope -- I'm just hot all the time.  Which is nice in winter, but
not so much in summer.

Three of my clowder have mats, which I'm slowly trying to work on, with
a mat-breaker, scissors, and a pet shaving kit.  Unfortunately, Wolfie
HATES anything resembling being groomed, and if it's around his rear
end, fuhgettaboutit.  I apparently touched the wrong place, and Wolfie
(being front declawed when I got him, and thus having no claws at his
disposal to let me know his unhappiness), bit the hell out of me.  I
think he got me all the way to the bone.  My entire right hand swelled
up badly and was red.  Sigh.  Cosmo bit me a couple of months ago (he's
*very* touchy and I accidentally touched his belly -- big mistake!), and
I saw the doctor and went on antibiotics.  I really didn't want to do it
again.  The Internet is your friend -- lol.  Found out what to do, and
did it; it's down to just a little spot now, I can move my fingers
without pain, and it looks like my home treatment worked.

I was thinking about planting some trumpet vine at the new place, since
a neighbor in the alley has some, and I've always thought it beautiful.
 Once again, the Internet is your friend.  It's apparently very
invasive and stubborn, sort of like kudzu.  So I guess I'll have to
think of something less nasty.

Ran some things over to the new place this week, just to feel like there
was a bit of me in there.  I had a good chance to look around this time,
and it is a bit -- how shall I say -- run-down?  But there are things we
can do, I'm sure.  I also noticed some stickers on the mirror above the
mantle, which I hadn't noticed originally.  This was July 3rd.  I
started laughing when I noticed what the stickers were (they were both
the same):  a cat in a 4th of July hat!  It's a sign!

Anyway, I am up to reading at least the main posts through June 30th;
I'll start with July 1st when I can.  In the meanwhile, purrs and
congrats going out where needed.

Ginger-lyn
gotta run -- cats are hungry, and laundry needs done, and boxes need
packed, and I *still* can't see through the mess in the basement --
Arrrrghhhhhhhh!