The Cats Return

I'm trapped in the back bedroom.

Send help, preferably someone bringing me a Mountain Dew.

Today I went and got my cats from my parents' house. I'd been keeping them there until we had unpacked. Well, we aren't unpacked yet but I can only let my little friends intrude on my parents' hospitality for so long, so Mike and I tried to clear up the bedroom as best we could for them.

The ride to Milwaukee was long. It was made longer by the fact that Rusty decided to pee in his carrier where, like an idiot, I had taken out his fleece blanket without replacing it. Why did I take out the fleece blanket? Because he had peed on it during the ride to my parents'. So a passerby at the BP by the interstate would have seen me sitting in my car, weilding a towel that I had found in my trunk, and mopping off Rusty's backside while he looked out the window and meowed at passing 18-wheelers.

Once we got back to the house I put Rusty and Cider in the bedroom, and here we've sat for most of the evening. At first Edison put up a fuss, standing outside the door and saying, "Mrow! Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!" So I went out to see him, and as soon as the door was shut I heard Rusty on the other side saying, "Mrow! Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!" They've kept at it in that pattern for awhile.

It's been a fun evening.

So yeah, send someone to rescue me. And tell him to bring a 2 liter of something...we've been out of soda for days, and I'm so sick of pink lemonade.