It will begin soon. The auctioneer and the real estate appraiser have both been contacted. The valuations will begin next week. They may even begin to take things out of the house.
I am not ready.
I nearly lost it right there in the lawyer's office while we were calling the auction house.
All too soon, my sister will get her wish, and everything that was Mom's (and my!) life will be pulled apart and carted away. I may only be able to save a few pieces. I guess that's the reason why I've gone crazy with the digital camera. Day and night, I've taken over 2,000 photos in and around that place.
I've been told to start pulling the things that are actually mine out of the main part of the house and either put them in my rooms or get one of those self-storage units and begin moving it out.
And I need to winterize my mother's bathroom, so that I can close down that whole wing of the house.
This involves moving one of the cat boxes from her bathroom to mine, upstairs and on the other side of the house. I have no idea how that's going to work! Honey believes that she owns the upstairs and chases most everyone else away, especially Patchy. How will they react when I close the door and that whole space becomes unavailable to them?
I worry about Patchy in particular. She still likes to sleep on Mom's bed, and I believe she uses that litterbox exclusively. Honey has her so terrified that she never even ventures into my wing of the house.
It's going to be a horrifying change for all of us. I fully expect to be in the house through this winter. I have the right to live there for five years. But I can't stay in a big mausoleum like that over the long term. By next springtime, if we all make it, I expect I'll be doing my best Fagin imitation to the cats: "Come on boys, we're changin' lodgings!"
But what of the three outside cats? They are probably not adoptable, even by me. What am I going to do? Where are we going to go?
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