Moving. Spent most of today sitting in a plastic lawn chair, surfing on my laptop, waiting for the movers to finish packing and loading our stuff. Moving day turned out to be about the most relaxing day of this moving experience. Not counting the hour or so that I spent looking for a hotel room for tonight.
Naturally, I've turned hotel-phobic. Yesterday I booked a room for us to stay in with the cats, thinking it would be easiest to leave them in a hotel room for moving day. When I checked in, I went to the room and performed my now-usual ritual of dismantling the bed, looking for evidence of bugs. Found some. Went to the desk, asked for a room on the other side of the hotel...found more. Got a refund and went home, and because I'm totally freaking out about the bugs now, I stripped, cooked my clothes in the dryer, and showered. We decided to stay at home for one more night. The cats? They've spent a thoroughly horrid day locked in the bathroom. Lily is actually hiding behind the toilet, making her little snorty noises that she makes when she's scared.
Today I went to a different hotel--three, actually, before I found one that takes pets--and checked the bed. I found...something...like a flea, maybe, or a bedbug; who knows? I've never actually seen a bedbug, just their little skins and eggs. This thing was definitely dead, and there was no other evidence of bedbugs. I requested a different room. I'm going to be okay in that one, I guess, but I told John we have to leave all our clothes at home except the ones we're going to wear tomorrow. After all that hassle finding a cat-friendly hotel (btw--La Quinta. They don't even charge for pets), we decided it would be better to leave the cats in the house tonight. There's no furniture in it, but at least they will be home for another night before we take them on a 1,000 mile car trip.
It's going to be miserable.
Poor kitties! (And poor you!) I hope this is all something you can look back on soon and laugh about. Best wishes in the meantime.
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