Moved and shod

Mr. Kitty and I have moved once again, this time to the Dude's house.

Recall that he adopted my parents' cats a year and a half ago. Mr. Kitty and Mao and Bugsy lived together for three years and tolerated each other. We're hoping they'll do at least that, or better, this time around. So far we're keeping them separated, but we'll probably integrate them this weekend. And yes, like with the last move, I procrastinated and was back at the apartment doing all sorts of last-minute packing and cleaning until about ten minutes before my moving-out inspection.

On Thanksgiving eve, Mr. Kitty helped me sort and pack my shoes for the move:


And that was not all of them. There were several more pairs that did not fit on the (king-sized) bed.

Eighty. 8-0. That is how many pairs of shoes I had. I managed to narrow it down to 40-something. Almost halved my shoe collection! That's still 40 more pairs than, say, the Dude owns, but hey.