We have finally moved in! Six blokes, several trailers, trucks with lifty things on the back and vans, utes and a honda accord was all it took.
My hubby was brought up in the"sitting on the concrete will give you piles" tradition, and he is firmly of the belief that you must butter the cat's paws when you move them.
I have to concede there is some logic to this, in that it might induce them to groom.
However, the chics make the cat rules in this household, so no paws have ever actually been buttered, and now I can present my evidence based conclusion that it is just not necessary!
I rest my case.
The tail cat moved in and made herself right at home.
The kitchen is still huge because my new table hasn't arrived yet.
She achieved this by yowling very loudly at the bottom till we came and carried her up.
I guess if you haven't had stairs before, you might expect that your people would carry you up,
or install a small chair lift or something.
What actually happened is that everyone got busy and ignored her and she had climbed the stairs by herself by the second day.