The cats have been handling the move prep really well. Other than some extra snugginess in the evenings, they show no signs of stress. Yay!
All three cats like to sleep in Wolfie’s old bed these days, especially in the afternoon. Its new name is the Sun Box and Nutter loves it.
I know we have a lot of Stanley this week, but he’s ridiculously photogenic. He gave me his best disgruntled face when I took the ice cream.
If you’ve been to our house, you know Stanley loves ice cream. He instantly becomes a yowling maniac and tries to steal as much as possible.
Oscar kills me with his inverted sleep positions, especially when he shows his tiny fangs. Just look at those teefies!
I got some new jeans this week because my old ones were victims of the move prep (i.e., I wore holes in them). Stanley saw fit to bless them.
Being a productive member of society offends the dog. So much so that the dog collapsed on my feet and promptly expired when he thought I was getting up.
Oscar’s an idiot, but he bounced back from 36 hours of terror to become a little bunny-kicking-terrorist in his own right.
Oscar didn’t come out to say good morning. Then I noticed our wifi didn’t seem to be working. The whole network seemed to be down, actually.
Last night’s post-dinner snug reached critical mass in cuteness. My heart was one beat away from popping. Fortunately, he moved.