The plan is to move some basics and the cat over to the new domicile post-haste (probably Friday night after work) then spend the next week of evenings on a full scale assault of sort-and-box, culminating in removers doing the heavy work on the 23rd or 24th. This has the advantage of getting myself and the cat settled in the new place for peace of mind - meaning I can pack things up in earnest without worrying about Xiombarg freaking out.
Packing is in part so trying for me because of my darling furball, yes. Change being one of the great evils of her world, the minute I get out the boxes she gets distressed. Packing often also results in my disappearing for days at a time, and while I am much relieved when Chris can watch her, she still gets agitated. I'm a doting enough "mother" that if she is agitated, I get agitated... and so I put off packing to put off fretting. If a suitcase is involved, Xiombarg is either underfoot or trying to get in the suitcase, or pulling things out of my drawers and throwing them on the floor, or pulling things out of my suitcase. Or all of the above. If it's moving boxes, the same applies, with the addition of sharpening her claws on the boxes and generally running around and meowing. If I sit down, she climbs in my lap and tries to sit on my arms. It's just easier for all concerned if I can box things up without worrying about accidentally packing or squashing a cat. That way I also don't have to worry about her escaping out of doors when I'm taking out trash or recycling or such.
I can't really do too much planning until I get things taken care of tomorrow, anyway.