A Bug's Life

When a cat, who has come outside to see what's going on with the house move, hops onto the tail-lift and starts poking her nose into the cavernous and entirely packed entirely full van,
DO NOT SAY: "Oh, how cute! She's having an explore!"
DO SAY: "Minnie! Out! Stop that cat!!!! Don't let her in the van!!!!!!!"
She took a little tour of inspection, then settled down at the back on a nice comfy chair under some stuff.
Calling her name hopefully didn't help.
Starting the engine and banging the cab doors didn't help.
Driving to the house with a cat carrier and getting a cab home with her was mooted (by me) but I realised the downside of this is that if you drive around with a cat in the back of a van (which is Wrong anyway) it might get scared and wee on things.

No, she was only coming out if someone went in and got her. My tumble dryer and cupboard were nearest the door, and I was happy to stand on them; the van roof had flanges every couple of feet which could take a bit of weight; then with a knowledge of the safe places to stand on cardboard boxes (the corners and edges!), and my Tai Chi practice of empty stepping and balance, I made it to the back to roust her. The last part of the puzzle was when a gentle push didn't get her moving, remembering that a short burst of air can startle a cat into moving a few feet, and blowing a sharp puff at her hindquarters. She suddenly decides she'd really rather go and say hello to the people on the tail lift. Hurrah!

Panda cat had fallen asleep some hours earlier on a bag I wanted to pack stuff in, and there she stayed for the whole event.