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We Is Moved

Yes, yes we is.

The rooms here are full of boxes and crates and bags and I want to know why all those nice young men brought all this stuff inside but didn't stick around to unpack them? I even fed them pizza!!

Yeah, I know. I am VERY thankful for all the help we received on Saturday. It was a Herculean effort, to be sure.

Now our cat lives under our bed. He refuses to come out. Not eating, not drinking and of course if nothing is going in then nothing is coming out. It's not like he's sick. He's simply terrified. I don't blame him. This place looks nothing at all like the one he's been living in for the past three years. We do hope he comes out soon.

Our doggie is much less frightened. She's anxious. Follows me everywhere. Lays on my feet. I've uprooted her from her home and she's not quite sure what's going on but as long as her humans are with her, she's just fine.

I cannot find the box with my shoes in it so I am forced to wear my tennis shoes, even to work. I can't find my coat. Or my sanity. I must have left that back behind in Seattle. Or in widdy biddy pieces all over the place. On the plus side, I got to ride in police car today.

No Ken, not for the reasons you're thinking. I had to make a home visit to a less than savory abode. No, I did ride in the back. No, there were no handcuffs. Yes, I did get to use the siren.

Ok, no siren except for the one in my head. If I'd brought my officer friend home with me he'd take one look at the house and say, "You've been robbed!". Sadly, no. It just looks that way right now.

Ok, ok, I'll get back to work on it.

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  1. duckgirl4:28 PM

    Hate moving! But glad you are finally there! Poor Smokey being so scared. :( He won't be lured out with even cat treats? Poor baby. :( At least Cassie isn't hiding, just needing some reassurance by following you.

    How nice of an officer friend to take you safely where you needed to go! Never heard of anyone doing that before, but I bet you felt better with him there!

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  2. Unknown7:13 PM

    Yes, I did feel better for having the police officer with me. It was fun, too. We talked and he shared things with me. It's an interesting perspective.

    I'm glad I don't need him all the time, however.

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