Sesquicentennial Postage

I may have missed post #111, but I wasn't planning on missing #150. Well, unfortunately, I did, through some technical glitch, but I'll just pretend this is the real deal.
I rearranged the living room yesterday morning to try something different. I don't know if it's working. The coffee table doesn't have a spot anymore, and although I really hate the table, we do need a place to put our coffee. There aren't really many options when it comes to rearranging in our home, which is why I haven't moved the couch since we painted in there last winter. And what did I find when I moved it? No less than a dozen nuts hiding underneath... we have had on occasion a bowl of nuts on the table, and I think Kitty was the one who enjoyed them the most. I've found nuts in the registers, under the stove, under the bookcase, under Gorm, and now I've unearthed what seems like half a bowl-worth from under the couch, along with several twist ties, pieces of wire, one penny and a red pen.
It's just about the end of our season of finding bits of wire, clothes pins, and random toys tucked away in some hard-to-reach crevice. After much consideration and previous close calls, I Kijiji'd Kitty this week, finally sick of all the fur and mess and frustration that she's made for us. She's being picked up this afternoon to go to her new home in Fonthill with a couple whose cat recently died of old age. Of course, since this arrangement was made, she's been especially affectionate and cute, so it's been making me a little sad. She keep coming up to me, purring, and jumping up on my lap to cuddle. It seems that she's trying to fuzz out my memories of her incessant morning whining, her wandering tufts of hair, the "fun" we had getting rid of her fleas, peeing in my flowerpots, cleaning up after her varying grossnesses, peeing on a tucked-away phone jack which short-circuited our phone line and left us without a telephone for a week before we found the problem, breaking into our grocery-bag collection and spreading it throughout the house, breaking out of the sun-room for a night on the town, scratching one of our couches to its death, destroying one of our frying pans, ripping a hole in our boxspring, crawling inside to an unreachable corner and whining, and on and on and on. She's provided us with some quality entertainment as well, and it definitely has been a worthwhile two years since she wasn't always a terror, but it's time for her to leave our small abode and retire with dignity at the home of someone who will provide her with vet-approved gourmet food and abundant attention. Good bye Kitty!