I Moved To Oaxaca

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Packing boxes + 1 kitten x a fair amount of chaos = ... well, let's just say that I'm glad the bathroom has a door, and that Vivani's nest box is in the bathroom.

But after she exhausts herself attacking every moving thing, she crawls into the nearest lap, starts to purr, and goes to sleep. Yesterday, as I went to lift her out of my lap before leaving to see that crappy movie, I called her Evil-O, but G-man said, No, there was only one Evil-O, and he's right of course, so we decided that Trouble-O would work.

We're done with school, and as soon as the holiday is over the three of us will hit the road.

Miss Izzy--the original, the only Evil-O--was so good on car trips because not only was she deaf, but she really hated being left behind, so much so that riding in the car was to her preferable. However, tender young Vivani hears quite well, is highly excitable, teething, and doesn't have Izzy's old-age perspective. May the gods of car travel help us!


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