Each of the times I’ve moved from apartment to apartment (and finally, on this move, to an actual, full-sized house), there have been great difficulties loading and unloading all of my crap– difficulties innate to the houses themselves. These were usually small hardships, involving the clever rotation of a sofa or armchair in order to wrestle it out the door.
This time, however, I came to a horrifying revelation: None of my existing furniture would be able to A.) fit within the cramped dimensions of the narrow staircase or B.) make it around the corner in the shallow hallway to my room.
Send help, too cute
I used to take pics of the cage layout. Here’s one from when they were young and tiny. Can you spot Allard?
It’s a baby Ed!
A very young Nayda. So tiny!
Ed, on the right, and Nayda. That’s a rock on the shelf below them, in case you were wondering. It was supposed to help dull their nails, but it never really worked.
Here’s Nayda from when they were very young.
Allard, on the faucet, and Ed.
Here’s Ed with various hidey toys.
Here’s Nayda, in my lap. I can’t tell what zie’s eating, probably one of their kibbles. In the apartment, which is where I think this was taken, I could move their cage close enough that they could come and go from the cage to my bed.