First of all, I'm now writing to you from Connecticut. Don't ask me how I got here (though that horrible ride in the moving box might have had something to do with it but, really, I don't know).
I am not in Norwood anymore. I am in Fairfield, Connect-eee-cut. It's different. First, there are hardwood floors everywhere. It is fun for slipping and sliding and for making my fur dustballs wicked visible. Second, it's got color. Every room is a nice bright color. My favorite is the dining room. Moms says it is asparagus green, though I think it looks like the green stuff in my Elegant Medleys Fancy Feast Super Suppers. (If you love me, you'll send me that stuff in cases, please.)
So. We got out of the moving box and these stinky (literally) men carried our stuff out of a giant truck into our house. It was like a mountain of boxes that needed to be conquered so, well, I did. See if you can find me in the picture. Bonus points if you can figure out how I got down. (Hint: It involved Moms coming to get me.)
Some stuff had to be left behind in the garbage can, namely all of my double wide cat scratchers. (I guess I overscratched them.) Last night, Moms and Dads shopped at Trader Joe's and they got "us" a new Double Wide Kat Scratcher but, really, it's mine.
Dads also bought "us" a stuffed rat (with buck teeth) from IKEA but then he had to go back the next day and get another one so Archy could have one too. (I love Bucky.) I try to share both rats but, really, I'm most comfortable when I sit on one and rest my head on the other.Did I mention the hardwood floors? It makes our couch slip and slide. The couch slid during my nap and ate my arm. I woke up like this.
It's ok, though. My arm was just in the crack. Ok. I have to get back to having adventures (naps) so I have stuff to write about. Hey. Post comments, k? The only person who does is my Uncle Ron. That's how I know he loves me.
Purrs and asthmatic wheezes,
Jdamn out!
(Dictated but not read)
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