We’ve toyed with that idea before. Bugs is an awful lot of cat for just me. Now what’s clinched the deal is, depending on the May elections, I may have a “real job” working for a judge. This will mean two nights a week in Little Rock, away from home.
Bugs is maniac enough as it is. I wouldn’t expect to have a house left standing, on my first return.
So — Tellington practitioner Teresa, my boon companion in all matters Bugs, and I are going to look for a suitable feline pal for Bugs, to keep him occupied if, or while, I’m away. We’ve got a lot of time to prepare. I believe we’re going to need it.
First step, with Jackson Galaxy’s article as my copilot: Making “base camp” ready.
Here’s what the “base camp” of the future looks like at the moment.
For obvious reasons.
You can see what I mean when I said we’re going to need a lot of time to prepare. Decluttering this nightmare means decluttering my storage unit. And then moving that which currently resides in The Hell Room, and that with which I absolutely cannot part, out of The Hell Room and
moving wedging it into the storage unit.
I feel like my whole life has crawled up into the corners, like sixty-two years of dust. Now I must begin letting go.
Easier said than done.
It was one thing when the flood got this process started for me. It’s quite another thing altogether, to venture forth to find out what’s been growing in there since. I feel like I need a hazmat-suit.
And I can’t have alcohol to pump up the courage to the sticking-point.
I’m going in, friends. Provide cover fire.
Bugs is resigned, for the moment. Kicked back. No help at all.