moving day...?

Officially, we sign our lease tomorrow. Actually, we signed this afternoon, dated the thing tomorrow, and were handed keys. now we are sitting around our old apartment full of boxes waiting for paint to dry. yup. they just finished painting the doors in the new place this afternoon... and silly old us had been under the assumption that once we had keys to the place we could begin bringing stuff in. of course, we were informed of the paint situation AFTER we had signed the lease and dated it tomorrow, so no complaints or anything, because legally we don't have rights until after midnight... blah blah. i don't think the door painting was an intentionally malicious thing, but man. i'd rather have ugly doors and be moved in.
on the other hand, i am recovering from one of the more severe flu-like attacks i've ever experienced (i'd rate it second-worst), so a night of sitting around watching robocop and sipping tea probably won't hurt. really, i actually considered going to a doctor (this happens... well, never) i went home sick from work on monday, which i haven't done in over a year. it's incredibly frustrating to be ill and unable to function at my normal rate when there are projects to be done, that need to be done before i can do other things, which, if i didn't have to walk slowly to avoid painful coughing fits, i could have finished by today. they mostly involved organizing my newly near-emptied warehouse to better use the space (giant, manual, 3-D tetris is involved) and sorting out what furniture is not selling so we can send it back, but i am having trouble moving myself around, let alone sofas and such... sigh. but i did find some lemon zinger in the back of a cupboard, so i'm a little comforted.
as for the kitties, twilight is still not fixed (i'm really going to get it done at some point)... and she goes in heat about every two weeks. and she has the HUGEST crush on balloon, who has no idea why she suddenly stops hissing at/hitting him, and now rolls around "brrrowwl"-ing all around him and follows him from room to room. at first he was worried, even scared, but now when she starts rolling he pounces, which of course, she takes as foreplay and assumes the position and all, while he chews up her neck and shoulders, rabbit kicks her and pulls a half-nelson to get her on her back so he can savage her tummy - i wouldn't be surprised if she gets some scars from this - he is very annoyed and tired of her. of course, the second he lets her up, she rubs her face all over him and he flees, bewildered as to why she could want the crap beaten out of her again. and again. and again.
i think the whole getting to beat up twilight thing has given balloon an ego boost though. also, he slaughtered a fly that all the other three had been chasing all day. he had kind of watched it, but that night, he saw his opportunity, swatted, bit, and dropped an unmarked dead fly for us to admire. we couldn't even tell what he did to it, but it was dead, and he was soooooo proud of himself. so then yesterday i bummed a ride home from work with priscilla (yet another cat lover - work is full of us) who i invited in to meet hobbes - innocently supposing that he was the only cat she would see. lo and behold, the newly-brave balloon meets us at the door, sniffs her and then begs to be petted. he hung out with her for almost a half hour, while she admired and petted and tried to get a decent picture of him with her cell phone. hobbes came out to join the fun after he realized that balloon was getting HIS attention. after all, strangers are only allowed to pet hobbes - and he made sure i knew he didn't like it. he snubbed me, posed beautifully for priscilla's phone pictures, and lay down beside her and purred. cats. i think what i love most about them is that they have a sense of humor. oh well.
robocop...