our kingdom for a kitchen door

just 5 days left until we throw our shit in the car and drive to Boston for our airport Hilton stay.

we’re both in good shape, with probably 85% of the junk in the house sorted and shipped into different boxes (going with us | long term storage | trash | on the “free” table in our driveway (very popular) | idgaf what happens to this I’m just leaving it…)

there’s a lot to be excited about with this move, like

experiencing a radically different culture
Spanish vibes (the chilled out culture is REAL)
starting over/fresh start
living by the beach
and a huge, gigantic list of other cool stuff

but one of the #1 things we’re both extremely looking forward to is:

the house we’re renting in España has A KITCHEN DOOR.

why, you might ask, is this so valuable to us?

The Bastardos

We have 5 cats, only 4 of which are going with us to Spain (we will find a better fitting home for Stella).

THREE of our cats, affectionately known as “the bastardos” are relentless drones in pursuit of one single goal: to eat our food however they can.

steal it off your plate? yes

eat your ingredients when you turn to grab the salt? yes indeed

get into the cabinet and go jambon on all your snacks and the kitty treats? sadly yes

they aren’t particularly sneaky, they are just attacking from all angles while you try and grab a quick meal. It is legit difficult and a total shit experience to constantly have to defend your food from cute, idiot predators.

it’s this energy, times three: