So, the move went fine, it went awesome too. The cat was a bit of a nuisance though, she either meowed to break my heart, or attacked the cage, or was just lying there, glaring at the cage ("I am bored. I will die of boredom."). Sometimes I think she slept, although I think she'll refuse to admit it. But she was perfectly fine with suddenly living somewhere else, and she's all settled, although everything between her and the neighboring cats aren't settled. She was chased away Wednesday night I think it was, but I brought her back and now she's running into the house whenever the other two cats appear. That's a good thing.

Last Monday flight school started. And I love it. It's much to do, I won't deny that, but I like it! I like learning about things I'm interested in, and flying is absolutely pure love. In two weeks time "normal" school will start, and I went to look at it today - it looks boring, compared to the aerodrome. Ha ha. I also went to the stables today, to check it out - I'm going to keep riding, of course, but it'll be .. hectic. Much to do, less time to do it. But I can't fail, I won't fail, because I like this.
But on the whole, I'll have less time for internet.

But I still love flight school. <3

Edit: So, my cat is absolutely silly. Like I said, she was chased away by a neighbor's cat some days ago. Well, today said neighbor's other cat was at her. I had just taken in my clothes from washing, when he started chasing her around. I went mad, ran after, tried to catch the other cat by the scruff and fling it away, but fat or no, it eluded me. Then I came around a corner, and saw this dust-cloud around the trees (pine trees), and the stupid cat perched a yard up the trunk. I just thought "Oh fuck" and true enough, there she is, 10 meters up. Oh fuck indeed. So, I stood there for a while, and she got maybe 2 meters closer to the ground. A kind neighbor had allowed us to use his ladder, and after half an hour my mom went at fetched it, because my cat started talking in this really soft, heartbreaking voice. She came back, we got the ladder up, I climbed up, but due to me being ridiculously afraid of heights (it's crazy, right? I'm not afraid in aircrafts, and not when I know I can't fall down, but otherwise...) I didn't want to start climbing the tree itself. She got maybe 1 or 2 meters further down, using this really interesting technique; she was worming her way around the tree. I cleared away some small branches, got down, and we got the ladder up higher this time. I went up, to the top of the ladder, and she came down on my shoulder, eventually with all four paws on me. I could only think "oh fuck" again because I couldn't grab her, and I kept thinking she would fall. I was almost getting hysterical and desperate, both to get down and to get my cat safe - I'm a total mom against her, I know. But when I was halfway down the ladder I could twist enough to catch her by the scruff and hold her there, pressed against my back. Then we got down, safe and sound, and now she's cleaning herself. But wow, she scared me thoroughly.
On the whole, this little adventure took about one hour.