Pillows, Crockery and Catfood

Packing can be pretty dangerous.
Mozzy kept knocking down my pile of books I plan to wrap up in paper, tie with string and mail to me.
My big cushions for my big chairs - did the Friendly Giant have a cushion on his comfy chairs - are straining against the bungy cords.  Mozzy has decided sleeping on them will not only keep them from going boing, they will protect him from the storm swirling and roaring outside.  So far we have not had any branches crash through a window.  I wonder how my mother's new roof, gazebo and deck are holding up - this will be a test.
Pillows seem to have exploded here, four big pillows for my sister; four Tibetan pillows for my mother (I suppose they are actually cushions - until they are piled up as though ready to receive the princess who slept so poorly on a pea; various smaller throw pillows; my pillows on the bed and a bed cushion.  I think they are now under control, ready to be dispersed to family.
Most of my dishes are packed, just need to find something to put all the platters in.  Good thing I am giving my mixing bowls to my sister; seems she is baking a cake for Rachel's birthday tomorrow without any.  Family tradition is that her cakes always sink in the middle. 
As for the cat food, perhaps the cottage shook a little, for there was a sudden shifting noise - a crash then skittering of cat food all over the floor.  Not Mozzy, he was sleeping until then.  Somehow I have managed to appear as though I am ready to leave, on Friday.  Out of here on Wednesday or Thursday.  With a play to attend tomorrow and lasagna after.  Not likely to get much of that delectable dish in China.  Cheese is not part of the culture.
How I have managed to collect so much in just a few months boggles the mind.  Must work on just collecting photos.  Taking my cell phone for now - lots of close-ups I hope.