I've been spending a lot of time lately comforting the cat. She knows something's up, but having a very small brain, she can't quite figure out what it is. The humans (Nikki and Steve) have a lot of their possessions in boxes or strewn all about the place, which makes for a very cluttered mind. A clean home = a clean brain.
While I love Tasha to pieces, I honestly hope they drug her to high hell on the drive out west. She does NOT do well in car rides. I love them. Feeling the wind in my furry back plates, listening to Nikki's strange but wonderful music...makes me feel more alive.
Only 20 more days until we move.