The Big Move, Part 2: Who stole my plates?

The moving company from hell

The movers wanted to finish up and be on their way.

This was for the best. My cat hated the movers. She hid in the closet crying piteously while they hauled out boxes and furniture,

My packing skills, never really on point, were even worse due to my having one arm in a sling. As soon as I finished one box, the movers popped up looking for more, like in that old Whack a Mole game.

How did I get so much stuff into this tiny studio apartment in the first place? It boggled the mind. I…