18 Times in 7 Years
June 11, 2002 - 12:12pm
My poor Kitti — everyone’s favorite sulky long-haired Calico has moved 18 times in her short feline life. She hates boxes. They send her into fits of hiding under beds and meow-ing at 5.30am.
Boxes make Mikey swear. He hates moving almost as much as Kitti. He hates packing even more.
Nine days to go and whole rooms still need to be packed.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH
Help me.
When I started reading about Kitti I thought you were about to say that she finally passed away! Nooooo! That would make me very, very sad. Thank goodness she still lives. Am I insane? No. I just luv Kitti. Thankyou.
Kirstin, I’m concerned that I’m going to find you crouched in the corner of your bedroom, clutching a swiffer, and muttering, “THE PACKING TAPE! THE GODDAMNED PACKING TAPE IS ALIVE!”
Kirstin, after the move… after you’re done unpacking… after you have rearranged your new apartment 4 or 5 times… after Derek finds an apartment… What are you going to find to stress about? Maybe the fact that you don’t have anything to stress about will cause you stress?
Oh, belieeeeeeeeeeeeve me. I have PLENTY to stress about.
And, contrary to popular belief, I don’t enjoy stressing. I used to consider myself a pretty low-stress individual. Sometimes, however, things have to be done in a short time and it does cause stress. It doesn’t necessarily make me an inherently crazy person.