My New House
I usually just eat whatever food my human gives me, but occasionally I like to make up my own cuisine. For example, I created a great buttered corn on the cob dish recently — you wait until the human cooks it up for her own dinner and then tosses out the cob. Then you knock over the trash. When the cob rolls out, touch it with your paw and then lick the yummy butter off your pads. It’s a great late-summer treat!






This was fun because it meant I had an empty bookcase to play in once again.
Ever since I’ve lived in this house, it seems like there have always been boxes around, but this time my human did something different with them. One morning she got up extra early and without even bothering to feed us, she grabbed all us cats and stuffed us in our carriers. Then, before we could even complain much, she whisked us away!
It seemed like we spent only a couple of minutes in the car before we arrived — well, I wasn’t really sure where we had arrived to. All I know is that my human took Boodie and I up to this room. It had my bed, my toys and a litter box — and breakfast — so it looked like we were going to stay there a while.
Like the fake open houses we had to deal with last month, this room had a closed door. We did not like that.
Boodie looked out the window but couldn’t see much. So she went back to doing what she does best — hogging the food.






Because Binga was so mean during the open houses, my human put her in a different room.
We were in these rooms all day! For a couple of hours or so it was quiet except for Binga carrying on, but then we started hearing all this noise. My human showed up with a bunch of guys she called “movers” and they were busy all day. One guy came up to look at us. I think that was the only time I heard Binga shut up.
The cat tree was there too, and we were happy about that, even if this room did have a really weird ceiling.






There was a bedroom with the old bed from the last place. I was not thrilled to see that all my human’s stuffed animals were there too.
Binga didn’t care — she was just glad to finally be out of the upstairs room. She was hoarse from meowing so much.
Eventually it occurred to us that we were going to stay here and things got back to normal. Boodie found her favorite toy. I found a nice sunny spot to hang out.






At last she opened up the door and let us see what we were missing. It started with a winding staircase. It kind of freaked Binga out at first — her tail fluffed up.
Then we saw there were a couple more rooms to explore, and more double doors that led out the patio where, unfortunately, the dog was. I was kind of hoping she was going to be left behind.
To be honest, they don’t feel any softer to me than the old floors. But I like them just the same.
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