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Autobiography of a Former Shelter Cat

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Friday Memes Are Coming Back!


Hey guys!! I hope someone out there is still wait’in around to see if I make a come back. Well, this may not be long term—BUT—here are your Friday Memes!!

Ummm—hang on a sec’—let me explain. Ahem…koff, kofff…as best I can. You see our humans used lots of different boxes to make this move. Some were from stores that sell stuff that is…well…”gotta be like 21 human years old ” for consumption. But truly, they just used the “empty” box. Mom L and Dad P had nothin’ to do with the “empty’in”.

I guess you can tell by the satisfied look on my face—I know this is our forever home as a human and fur family. This is MY OUR HOME!

Please be sure to check in on Mom L’s Face Meow page for photos of our home. For some stoopid reason Face Meow won’t allow her to post to MY PAGE! Which of course has way more followers—just sayin’

Thanks for stopping by. Mom L promises I can visit my pals starting in August. Earlier if some stuff with this move happens faster. The humans have had some physical injuries that kind’a messed up with some of the timeline for completing this last move.

Hang in there and I purromise to come back stronger and able to keep up with visiting my blogging pals.


Moving: Experienced Cats Talk Part II


Hey, hey, hey my pals! I have decided to let all of you in on some of the closely kept secrets I have about how cats help with packing and moving. You already saw my little “teaser” post last week about “How Experienced Cats Move“. Now I am making that a little mini-series. I’ll post about what TKS and I are doing to help Mom L and Dad P in this final move for all of us. I have moved three times since arriving at my forever castle just a short five years ago and this is TKS’ second move in three years.

This is TKS’ turn at showing off her growing expertise in packing.

Hello Pals. This lesson is about insuring box size fits intended contents.

“Now there is a really important challenge every cat must face. WILL THE INTENDED CONTENTS FIT INTO THE INTENDED BOX??

Here you see me testing out a very colorful hand woven rug from master weavers in Mexico. I am making sure it is firmly smooshed—yes, “smooshed” is indeed a technical cat packing term. I am also making sure that there will be token cat furs on this item before it is rehung over our master bedroom bed. Never let the humans forget that we rule our homes.”

Ok Dad P. You can take it from here. It is properly smooshed

“Trust me my pals, humans simply cannot do this properly nor successfully without our brilliant input. Making sure contents will fit is a skill set only we cats possess. We are after all, “box masters”.

Ahhh—I see you want this art placed into the brown box.

“Sigh—you would think that with all their tape measures, rulers and whatnot that humans can figure out if the box is a proper fit for what they want to put in it. Slap my paw to my forehead and call me a crazy cat!! Have they never figured out how to measure this??!!”

Get. In. The. Box.!!!

“Seriously pals, humans never ever get into the very box they want “said” items to be placed. They simply assume the items will fit. I know, I know—such a laughable concept!!

I, TKS, did all the proper measuring techniques and determined that indeed the intended art items were a perfect match for the intended box. Without me, I do not know how Mom L and Dad P would have been able to accomplish this very technical part of moving effectively.

Hope you learned something from my experience. I am sure HRH Savannah will have more to share in our next post.”

Please let TKS know in comments if this moving technique is helpful—even if you are not ever gonna move—do her insights help you foresee the problems “should” you move??



It’s Meme Time!!!


Before the Friday Memes begin, let me clear up the reason for my paw count down time. I am counting one day at a time on all my four paws, and doin’ it over and over again, until our move in date arrives. So we have now owned our very own forever home for about five whole days.

Mom L and Dad P scraped and pawed and dug around and went without doing stuff they always used to do so’s they could get enough green papers together to put a teeny down payment on our FOREVER HOME. None of us will ever move again after this next move.

And our humans made sure that any property they even put an offer on had enough sun puddle space—Dad P went around figuring out where the sun came up and went down to learn just how much sun time we girls will have. Mom L made sure there was ample natural light so’s she could do some better photos of us. The place we have lived for two years is pretty dark—just sayin’.

We are on a small marina that opens to our famous San Francisco bay are DELTA region. We are on water that is a mix of ocean and fresh water from the San Joaquin and Sacramento rivers.

We are kind’a in between that strait and the upper part. Oh and all our cat towers have been calculated into the living space and maybe even a small catio on the balcony off the master bedroom we will all share.

We need a kayak!

We even have a space for my office AND a small tiny guest room!! APAWS!!!

Now let me get goin’ on more important stuff.


First up is a mancat named Murphy. He was one of my roomies when I was at Kitty Corner. Good news is Mom L actually met his adopter just last year and Murphy is still the same chill’in out cat today!

Next up is TKS—doing what she does best with those great ole big golden eyes.

Yep, every night TKS shares Dad P’s little portion of ice cream. She sits next to him and gets tiny licks from the ice cream on his finger. To TKS’ dismay, Mom L does not share in that nightly tradition.

I am bringing up the tail of the cat so to speak! Here is my meme for all my readers.

Yup, I can tell the sound of that drawer like nobody’s business. Can you tell the sound of the claw whacker drawer storage in your home? If YES, then be quick and move that sucker to some other drawer that your humans never use. Sadly, I thought that is what I did, but heck, I forgot and put it in with the stuff where Dad P’s ice cream scope lives. Total bummer!!!!!


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