The Scary Cage of Doom

In the few days since the trauma of Test Drive One, the cage has resumed its location near a favorite kitten napping spot. My hope is (was) that they will become accustomed to its presence, and maybe even go back to thinking of it as a cozy fort. Clearly, I should have known better.

Earlier this evening, Tomo was having a moment of ridiculous cuteness, which I did not electronically document because he does that all the time and I did not sense the impending blog-worthy drama. The following photo should suffice as an accurate representation of cute factor. Just picture it minus the little stuffed mouse.

representation of ridiculous cuteness

For some reason, I decided at this moment that the cage had been sitting there locked long enough and that it was time to open the door. Because the cats will want to nap there. Obviously. Somehow completely discounting the possibility that recent events may have caused the cozy fort to morph into the Scary Cage of Doom.

It went about like this:

I reach for the cage, Tomo warily opens one eye.

The door makes a tiny rattling noise, Tomo is up! Eyes wide in panic. (cue ominous music)

safely in hiding

One more rattle as the lock clicks open, and he is gone like a little flash of furry, orange lightning... quickly nestled as far under the bed as he can fit.

He emerged briefly for dinner, which put him in terrifyingly close proximity to the Cage of Doom. Because of this, he ate far too quickly (between furtive glances back at the cage), and promptly vomited before fleeing back to his hiding spot under the bed.

*sigh*


In non-cat related news, a moving company representative stopped by yesterday to give an estimate for moving costs and time frame. We'll call this one Moving Company A. The representative was an unfortunately gruff and grumpy man. Who was late. And who quoted a 7-18 day delivery window after pickup, that could not be narrowed down until mere days before departure. He also wouldn't define what "narrowed down" actually meant.

Now, I am fully aware that I do not have all that much stuff, so my small apartment might not be the top priority in a world of moving houses and families. But that does not mean that I am willing to hang out in an empty apartment for 11 days waiting for my belongings to eventually arrive. There's something to be said about minimalism, but that just seems a bit extreme.

I allowed a brief moment of panic about the moving process before rationally firing up Google to research more moving companies. Companies B and C will be visiting later this week, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a more positive experience.