Well, I hope everything works out ... we've moved into places sight-unseen a couple of times. I hope never to do that again!
And best wishes to the poor kitties!
Livingston doesn't need 'em; he spent most of today trying to break into the closet that I'd just emptied and cleaned. 22 pounds of pear-shaped kitty, hooking his paws around the doorknob and swinging his considerable weight therefrom, making indignant noises the whole time.
My level of sympathy is not what it should be.