Moving Sadie
Smokey and Sadie are moving out, yay! Yay because this means I never have to bump into St. John again, at least on his turf. (And I mean turf.) Our relationship, which was based on mutual scammation, disintegrated since he accused me of pandering, if you remember that little tiff we had last year. Well, I just found out what Smokey’s laziness is called — it’s “dysthymia with major depression and borderline personality.” Kewl. Aaaanyway…
So there, cat and family are moving tomorrow so I took the day off to watch them pack. Where to? Something called supervised housing north-and-slightly-east of current location. They haven’t seen the place but it seemed to be the most convenient for visits from Sadie’s pedicurista; a stone’s throw from the subway station at that, fantastic.
I like these Hedgren bags with built-in scratching post.