Don't get stuck, Derry!
This was Derry last night, as I was starting to move things around. :-)
Purrs from the boys and peace (quiet) for and from me. LOL.
He couldn't make it all the way (there's not a lot of room between the chair and the floor and let's face it, he's fat), but managed to extricate himself without assistance.
BTW, I'm feeling rather overwhelmed by all the "stuff" I have to move. I've always said there's no such thing as too many baskets (and decorative storage boxes), but yeah, there is. All filled with little bits of things, with no particular organization.
And do I really need six spare pillows for a once-a-year-guest?
A very small part of the crap I've got is in one of the spare rooms right now (below). The rest of the room is piled high, out of camera view, and the other room isn't far behind. Once this is all done and I'm starting at the top of the house to clean, I'll be doing another big clear-out for donation (just did that when Dad was here!) and making an attempt to get better organized. I'm tidy--really--but I'm not organized, if that makes sense. I have the same sorts of items tucked away here and there, all over the house.
I might need help. Volunteers? LOL.
BTW, I intend to put the boys in separate rooms because Nicki will be yeowling to get out and creating a ruckus. The rooms are quite small and I just don't think Nicki's wildness will help Derry. There's no closet in the room below, but I'm making a little nook on the lower shelf for Derry to curl up. He'll likely wedge himself elsewhere, though.
Originally I had thought to put him in the room with the closet, so he could go inside and hide, but this one is slightly further away from the noise, so it's a trade off.
The night before last I was awake from about 2:45AM onward, for no particular reason. Last night, with the upcoming reno on my mind, I woke at 2:20 and didn't sleep again. I think I'm running on pure nerves, this being the first time I've ever had anything "big" done.
Oh, I put a note on the neighbour's mailbox when I got home from work, advising them of the upcoming noise and disruption...then snapped a pic as proof, so they can't claim that I didn't let them know. And of course our property management company is in the loop on all of this, including the snapshot. Not that I'm paranoid.
Now I'd better try and get something done at the office, though frankly, I can't hold a work thought in my head for more than two seconds right now, if that. :-pPurrs from the boys and peace (quiet) for and from me. LOL.
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I know just how he feels. I hide under things too.
I don't know if recordings of harp music would help Derry or simply ad to the noise. Mary Anne at Feral Cat Behaviour has always found it soothed her stressful cats, though she didn't have noise of construction going on in the background. Sounds of running water may help, too.
Don't worry too much about accepting money from your father. I would dislike taking money from a parent, too (and have in the past) but they seem to find joy in helping their children. Go figure.
This is so exciting (I totally understand the stress)!
By the bye, I accidentally deleted your most recent comment from my blog, then tried to re-publish it. I didn't want you to think I'd taken offence at anything.
Hoping all goes well and I'm right with ya on the note, but then again, I'm paranoid too
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Awww Derry! LOL!!! Take care
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Now, if there's a way to explain that to Derry so he'll understand.