(From the 35mm vaults: Stuart on Moving Day, many many moves ago)

Oh, how we hate moving. We hate it even more when it’s a tedious, agonizing process that involves the endless juggling of tenants, relatives, and mountains of semi-packed kipple. At this point, it’s a wonder we know where The Cat is.

(She’s fine, in fact. Cooped up a little, lonely at the moment, but surrounded by her treasured catnip-imbued crumply paper. She and Platelicker will be reunited soon… and then — ahhhh — life back to normal. Cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria, the usual tranquility.)

This past week we spent three days in a tiny mountain village in Central Washington: Our first true vacation since our honeymoon (which was, go figure, in a tiny mountain village in Central Oregon). It was a refreshing break from moving madness, but more than that, it gave us quiet time to sit back and say hey, what’s next.

Not that we lacked plans before this moment, it’s just that now our plans are beginning to crystallize. I’m not ready to go into specifics just yet, but I will soon, and the specifics will involve a few changes to Belly Timber, and the addition of a new blog in our repertoire.

This latter bit should be good news for The Cat, who is always looking for a new sandbox to defile. Er, I mean a new playground wherein she might romp, chase butterflies, and do all the adorable things sweet little (non-angry) kitties do.

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For more Weekend Cat Blogging, check out Boots and Tess and all the WCB links at The Hidden Paw.

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WCB Schedule:
October 14 – Rosa from Rosa’s Yummy yums.

October 21 – Jelly from I Got 2 Shoes.

October 28 – Linda from Kayak Soup.

November 4 – Lali from Lali et Cie.

November 11 – Skeezix at Skeezix the Cat.

November 18 – Amar at Catsynth.

November 25 – Sanjee and all the cool cats at the House of the (Mostly) Black Cats.

December 2 – D at The Hidden Paw.

December 9 – Miz D and the Angry Cat right here at Belly Timber!

December 16 – Kitchen Mage.

December 23 – chefsarahjane.

December 30 – TBA

Silly?

Nope. Sorry. Not happening. I’m Ninety-Three in cat years. I don’t do silly.

Not that my female captor didn’t try, mind you. Little catnip, little taunting with the props, but frankly, I’m just not in the mood.

I mean, look. Look at this:

It’s yet another window ledge (again with that not going outside thing!), and this time, the window’s got duct tape all over it!

Apparently — or so I’ve overheard — there were humans living in my house while my captors and I were away. And apparently, even though these humans agreed they’d take good care of the place, they left it in quite a shambles.

Which explains the duct tape. And the painter’s tape. And the little painty paw prints I just tracked across the living room floor.

And the fact that my captors are so busy reclaiming my house that they’ve no time to blog.

Hey. Wait a sec. Captors too busy for three weeks running? No time to…

Ha! It’s mine! Mine, I tell you! At long last, the blog is ALL MINE!

(For more Weekend Cat Blogging, including silly cats, check out Rosa’s Yummy Yums!)

It’s like this:

Chopper’s compy is dead.
My compy is mostly dead.

We have only the lappy, sans cat pictures, now perched on a TV tray table in Chopper’s parents’ basement, because – crazy but true – our house still lacks internet service.

Oh, that Comcast, she is a slow one.

We’ll be back soon, we promise. Even if it means we have to nail our local cable guy with a tranq dart and hold him hostage till he brings our poor little house into the 21st century.