Well, I'm physically in Baltimore. Getting there was...interesting.

Aria was not a happy camper. In the slightest.

She got pretty spooked last night. She had this wide-eyed I know you're up to something and I'm going to figure out what look. She left her hidey-hole early this morning and I found her napping in the sunshine. I was about to give her a tranquilizer to make the dumping her in the car episode a little easier, when someone dropped something.

Off her little furry butt went into the basement.

Lovely.

Just lovely.

I found her underneath a desk, went to grab her, and once again, she disappeared. Only this was in a labyrinth of a basement. Most likely she was not hiding within easy reach. I called her name (Arrrr-eeeee-yaaaa), though why I bothered was beyond me. It's not like the little beastie ever comes when I call her anyway.

I looked high and low, back and forth, hither and yon.

Cobwebs? Yes.
Dead bugs? Yes.
Kitty? Nope.

I found the only spot where she could reasonably get and I see these bright green eyes looking out at me. I tried to flush her out and get her back upstairs where there were basically no places to hide. Aria had other plans. She hid somewhere else in the basement, a place where I once again couldn't get to.

I love my cat. Right then, however, it was extremely difficult.

To make a long story short, we got Miss Fuzzy Pants into the car, doped her up and left the house.

Upon which we were promptly serenaded with high-decibel yowling. For an hour and a freaking half. I'm driving, covered in cobwebs and kitty fur, listening to a feline symphony cum heavy metal band.

Fabulous.

She settled down, and 8 hours and three potty breaks later, here we are. I physically move in tomorrow. That should be fun.

I have no idea when I'll be in touch again. But I'm in B-more, and thinking of you all.