Traumatic Move

We moved into a different place. I really like it here, but I wasn't crazy about moving. Daddy had to disuise our carriers and sneak us in at night so we would not be seen.

What's bad for me is I know this is a very different type of building, but I can't go out the front door to check things out. One night I did sneak past mommy and walk into the hall, and she chased me for about 10 minutes. There were all sorts of other doors and I meowed to see which one was really my door. I got scared when I didn't find my door, so mommy took me back in.

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