Rehoming the pets

I must have forgotten to write about Waffles. 

We rehomed her back in April, thinking it would be better for her stability and mental health to avoid the stress of packing up a home. That way she would have one big adjustment to make rather than a million little adjustments to make as we took away favourite hiding place after favourite hiding place...and so forth. 

The woman who gave us Waffles helped us find a new family for her and from what I hear she's quite happy there (with fewer little people about (she really didn't like children all that much, as it turns out)). 

Here are a few pictures of the kids saying goodbye to her before she made her journey to her new home:

Clearly the kids loved her, in spite of her lack of interest in them. She was not typically a cat to cuddle, though Phoebe was never dissuaded from trying (and had the scratch marks to prove it).

Miriam was in Utah when we gave our kitty away and...I honestly don't know where Zoë was while the rest of the children were fawning over here, but here's Zoë giving her a little goodbye pat:

So, yes! Waffles is gone and we mostly feel adjusted to life without her. 

Gary is gone as well! He was rehomed right around the same time, going to a friend from swim team. I think that has worked out as well. Here's Benjamin saying goodbye:

And here's photographic evidence that those glass jars had been sitting on my dining room floor from April to August before we finally (1) made a xylophone and (2) took them to the glass recycling (and that was after sitting in the basement for years). So is it any wonder we had "DO THINGS" signs up around our house? Sometimes I feel like my children don't do anything unless I'm standing there (metaphorically) holding a whip.