Florida, Here We Come

It is now 6:30 on Saturday morning as I start this post. Ten minutes ago we left our home in West Virginia and ate heading back to our home in Florida. Getting to this point wasn’t easy.

I think what caused me the most stress was worrying about getting Floki in the crate before he ran under the bed. My idea was to feed them in the empty bedroom and then put them all in the crates when we finished everything we had to do.

I woke up at 3:00 this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep because I was worrying about carrying the crates down the stairs, especially the big one with Chris and Floki. I am sure the handle was not designed for that weight and I didn’t want to drop them down the stairs.

I also knew I had litter boxes to clean since we didn’t want to leave with old litter in the box. Actually, Rose didn’t want to do that. I cleaned two of the four boxes last night. I figured I would clean one this morning, which I did, but the last one would have to wait until the cats were in their crates.

Rose couldn’t sleep either so we got up at four and decided not to lock the cats in the bedroom. I fed them and spent the time preparing to close up the house and get stuff ready to go out to the car, including cleaning our giant litter pan.

I then started loading the car. There was way too much stuff for Rose’s little car and didn’t know how I was going to fit everything. I had the car  more than half filled when Rose stuck her head out the door and said “We have a big problem.”

Since we had to put the top down to fit the crates in the back set she reminded me the trunk had to be empty to put the top down. Since it is a hard top it takes up room in the trunk when it’s down.

So I had to empty everything that was in the trunk. As I was doing that Rose informed me she caught Floki and put him in the crate. I went inside and helped get Chris, who we put with Floki, and the Frankie, when is flying solo. I then put the last litter box in a big garbage bag.

Rose put the top down and I put the cats in the car. I then loaded the trunk, which is as full as it can be, took out the trash, double checked the  house and left.

Forty five minutes has gone by since I started writing and Floki is still crying. Wish us luck.


29 thoughts on “Florida, Here We Come

  1. claire93

    I’ve lost the plot here! I thought the move to West Virginia was to your new permanent home. Why are you travelling back to Florida again?

  2. onespoiledcat

    Hopefully Floki will settle down soon – I’m sure that’s distracting to hear him crying when you’re driving. The boys must be thoroughly confused though – new home then back in the car again, etc. I too was wondering if you are now a two-home family now or just going back to the old home to bring more stuff back in September when you return to W. Va?????? Yes – your followers are confused! LOL


    1. Charles Huss Post author

      We will be primarily Florida residents until Rose retires. Then we will probably sell our home in Florida and by a motor home and travel to Florida in the winter. Of course, plans can change.

  3. franhunne4u

    Could you try to make the road trip more palatable to him? Like offering his favourite treat or giving him some catnip or whatever he thinks as a reward for good behaviour?

    1. Charles Huss Post author

      The car is too small and cramped, plus we don’t want them to have to pee or poop until we get to the Hotel in South Carolina. We should be there in less than an hour now.

  4. Purrseidon

    Meowser, we’re waiting for you to get back! As you know, it is cold today 64 high near Melbourne, so the humans dug our their sweaters and us cats have burrowed into the blankies.

  5. The Hinoeuma

    I’m glad I read the comments. I was a tad confused, too.

    Poor Floki. I’ve traveled with many crying kitties. It’s a pitiful sound. “No. You are not going to die.”


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