This weekend, it finally, really, truly happened: we’re back in our house!
There is still much work to be done on the house, piles of boxes and suitcases to be unpacked, and lots of stuff to be organized and put away. But last night we went to sleep in our own (new) beds. When I awoke this morning, for an instant I actually didn’t know where I was.
Our big black cat, Huckleberry, recognized the house and neighborhood from the car. He was so excited; he immediately loped up the stairs, checking out one room after the other. Hey, what happened to the carpet up here? Why does all the wooden furniture downstairs smell like linseed oil and shellac? Where’d these sofas and chairs come from? And who shrank my tower?
Thomasina and Press were, predictably, more cautious, emerging slowly from their carriers, slinking around behind furniture, and smelling, smelling, smelling. But no one forgot where the feeding station was. And by this morning, all three cats were happily ensconced in their favorite sleeping perches. All’s right in their world.
1 comment:
I am so pleased for you! As Dorothy said: "There's no place like home, there's no place like home!"
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