I'm preparing to move, and I realized the one thing that happens when you start evaluating what you have is, "Holy crap, how did I gain so much shit?!"
Where did all this come from? I haven't even bought green shirts in 10 years!
I don't have as much crap as in the picture, but damn, is there a lot. I'm prepping piles for goodwill, and it's getting as big as some of the piles for packing.
Also, moving when you have a cat is always an interesting experience.
One of my cats loves boxes. And loves being in the same room with me.
This is what happens when I'm packing.
Pick up pile of items to put in box. Turn with items to box. Put items down. Pick cat up out of box. Dump cat on floor. Pick items back up. Put items in box. Pick up second pile of items to put in box. Turn with items to box. Put items down. Pick cat up out of box. Dump cat on floor...wash, rinse, repeat. It becomes a race to see what can get in the box first - the cat, or the things that go into the box.
This is a picture of the culprit:
Yes, I like boxes. They are all mine. Now fuck off.
Yes, she is sleeping on a much too small box for her. But like most cats, if I fits, I sits, and I will make myself fit.
See, while I am taking a break from packing to move from one apartment to the other, she is resting in a sunspot. However, the moment I get up...
It's going to be a fight for the boxes again.
At least it's entertaining.