We've moved and I'm exhausted. Not only for the move but I'm also pregnant, with another little one due in January (just in time for Ellie's birthday). So, all the box packing, box carrying (that I wasn't supposed to be doing), unpacking, plumbing, carpentry, and organizing has worn me out a little more than usual. I must be getting old. I haven't even had a chance to get to my office yet so I'm sitting amongst boxes and empty bookcases, all waiting to be taken care of. After my cup of coffee I think.
Barnes is back with us and getting used to the new house. He recognizes us but is a little confused about the location. As well, Ellie was not so interested in him back in June when he left so he's had to put up with being followed all round the house by a shrieking banshee (she thinks she's copying his meowing but is a little off in her interpretation - very Halloween-like). He does love going outside though and enjoys the woods. We also noticed a mouse or two sneaking into our garage so I think he'll have fun trying to take care of that problem - not that he's a master mouser but he will spend hours trying.







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