So today I thought Lilu’s fans might like an update. She took the move a lot better than we’d expected, aside from the hellish semi-drugged drive up here. People told us to keep her indoors for varying lengths of time after the move so she wouldn’t try to go back to Germany. How long we should have done that turned out to be a cow’s opinion, because the movers were in and out, and then Alke found the leak in our kitchen ceiling so then the sellers and their real estate agent and our real estate agent and the plumber and the tiler and the ceiling guy and the insurance people were in and out so the door was open for days, and she could have left anytime she wanted to.
But she didn’t. So she’s still here, as affectionate as ever, but perhaps a bit more sedentary than she was in Germany because she’s gotten fat. Watching her struggle through the cat flap is pretty entertaining. Today, though. Huh.
Today she seems to have gotten into a tiff with a neighbor cat we call mini-Lilu, because he has her markings but is about half her new valu-pak size. I heard hissing and a crash, saw him streak away over the fence, and then Lilu came barrelling in with her tail all fat and her cat flap around her waist. She’d busted it clean out of the door.
So I had to go to the hardware store to buy longer screws, and then re-install the cat flap, and that’s why I didn’t have my homework done for today’s Dutch lesson.
Song du jour of the day: Put a Lid On It, by the Squirrel Nut Zippers.