Moving

Well, we recently moved. Momma and Daddy put me in the big blue thing with my sisser and brought me from the little den we lived in to this bigger den with the hard floors. I was scared at first, but this place has lots more room to run in and play with toys in.

Momma won't let me in the room with the Table, though. I know she doesn't like me on the Table, I knock candles over. But I like the table. It's my job to be on it, after all. I is the kitty, and all that.

And I state for the record that I am not so dumb as everyone thinks. I do get stuck to things, but that is not my fault.