As of this weekend, I'm in a foggier part of town. Yep. I decided to move in with Special Gentleman Friend, and Minou and Mom were allowed to join. I really, really, REALLY love SGF. A couple of months ago, I started following him around the apartment. If he sat on the couch, I sat on the couch. If he walked into the kitchen, I was hot on his trail. We are soulmates, aside from the fact that he's incredibly tall and I'm, well, incredibly short. Otherwise, though: kismet!
My new place has no kitty condo — that was unfairly razed! — but it does have a dishwasher. Frankly, I see no value in that trade-off. (Does trade-off have a hyphen? Remember when Mom used to be a "young, promising writer" and knew these things?) Anyway, you can't climb a dishwasher, so I have retaliated by climbing all over Mom and SGF while they sleep. Boy, do they love it! Especially at four in the morning when I loudly meow and pounce on them. "It's like we have a baby," Mom told SGF as he stumbled toward coffee this morning.
Housewarming gifts of catnip are welcome, by the way.