The move

During my short life I have moved several times. Every time I move it is terrifying for me and my siblings, especially Mr. Fluff. A week ago we were loaded up into our carriers - how unexpected was this! We were then taken across town and taken to a new place. We were all stuck in once room for a few days. Mr. Fluff and I stayed under the bed for most of the first 48 hours. I decided I would talk to my mom again about 72 hours later. I jumped on the bed where she was sleeping and did circles around her head while purring and drooling. Since then the door has been opened but I barely venture out of this new room. I don't know why we moved here. I wonder if something else is on the horizon?