This spring I steam cleaned all the cushions in the boat. It was worth it though it nearly broke my will to live a clean life.
It’s been a while since I was last here. Life – just the operation of living – is busy. My excuse is not just Life, though. It’s that the daily occurrences of living on a boat seem to be both monumental and trivial.
We were able to take possession of our boat the day after it was delivered. We dropped off the rental car to the delivery captain and then drove back to Commune 2.0 where we gathered our things, collected HerSpouse, and packed the commune kittehs into the car. It was pretty tight. When we left Commune 1.0 we had a full car and, now, we have a whole other person (along with his own things) with us.
Things start to turn around.
I was complaining to a friend who I work with that we were soon to be homeless. We have options but some of them are very far away and some of them cost too much money, blah, blah, blah… I must have sounded pretty pathetic because she hopped on her phone and sent a text to one of her friends asking if we could use her apartment. I was immediately chagrined. I shouldn’t ask people for help; it is a bother and a nuisance.
Lesson #1: ask for help when needed.
Considering that we are homeless in under a month we need to make something happen quick. Two Kommune Kittehs are fun but they are a big liability when trying to find temporary housing. I can’t (can) understand why. Let’s try to bring our bought and paid for home here so we can just live on it and not have to worry about it any more…ok?
Around this time, my parents show up, we empty The Commune of furniture, and shit gets real.
When we moved into AllesGirl and HerSpouses back room we brought enough stuff to almost fill the back of a 10 foot box truck. We also brought our two cats, Winston and Lola.
Let me be clear: cats are not allowed in our rental commune house.
Winston and Lola weren’t happy to be transported via moving truck across state lines and into a tiny room. They are 5 years old and this move was difficult on them, mostly because everything they were used to having in their lives (furniture, multiple rooms, etc) was gone. We brought their scratching post, toys, food dishes and their love blanket. Their love blanket is a microfiber throw that we put across the bottom of the bed to keep Winston sleeping on our feet, not on our faces. They will sometimes get on this blanket and love on it, kneading with their paws and purring… This is why we call it the love blanket.
It was a hard transition for all of us (AllesGirl remarked that two weeks in she didn’t think we were gonna make it. I felt the same way). But… we settled in to our routine. We started calling ourselves The Commune and The Commune has adopted the kitties.
Lola is the more outgoing kitty.
She is smart and small and bad and cute (which is a good thing because she’s very bad). When she’s hungry or wants attention she will pull magnets off the refrigerator, knock items off shelves, and rip up paper using her teeth while holding it down with her paws.
She also has the sweetest face, the softest fur, and loves to be petted on her terms.
Winston is fat and finicky and slow and clumsy.
He is a lover and would sleep on my face if I let him (the reason for the love blanket).
He’s also perpetually startled, skittish and weird. He has giant fangs and huge whiskers.
They’ve mellowed out quite a bit and now snuggle, play and perform for the commune almost as much as when they had only two parents.
And, yes, they will be moving onto the boat with us.