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28 Sep 2012
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The Arrival…

Hiya! Savannah Here!

Well, you all saw me leaving the old house…now for my ARRIVAL at the new one…

Mom took me over as soon as she and Dad had our master bedroom all set up.  Dad had to stay behind to finish up some stuff, so Mom took me to the new house.

I was still in my PTU when Mom let me out…and of course, she let me out in our new master bathroom first so I could get my first little ‘look-see’ of the new crib.

…so getting out was a shock…I sort of slunk out…then turned around…whoa, where am I??….

…what the h___????…this place is, well, it’s ummmm…errrrr…ahem…it’s not home…

…whoa! check out the height on that cat tower…wonder what Mom and Dad will use for a bathroom cabinet…anyways, this will be OK for me I think…

…oh yeah…there’s my Downstairs Potty Pod from home…but it’s Upstairs now…hmmm…

…oh fiddle-dee-dee…the PTU is still here…I guess it will probably stay…sniff, sniff…whew…at least I didn’t mess myself on the way over…thank Ceiling Cat…

…now what have we over here???…doors…but to where???….

…yup!…definitely something else outside these doors…wonder when I will get past them?…

…what do you suppose this is for???…no litter…not a Potty Pod…hmmm…but I could do some remodeling…it would make a really nice sized one…I’ll talk with Mom, she’ll understand a ladycat like me needs something larger than the Downstairs Potty Pod…

What will I find outside those doors???

Paw pats, Savannah

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27 Sep 2012
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Moving Day…The Movers Arrive…

Hiya! Savannah Here!

Monday we moved…finally!

I already showed you the sign Mom put on the door to my hotel suite…but in case you missed it on Wordless Wednesday’s Post…

…and yup..you guessed it! NOBODY entered my hotel suite…I mean like ABSOLUTELY NOTBODY!!!…heh…heh…

So, my day started off with me in the master bedroom of my suite…I was pretty tense…

Mom put my fave bed from our office next to me…but I was just too worried what with all the noise of wrapping stuff and men’s voices…remember, I am pretty scared of male peeps.

So I just stared at Mom…like, “what?”…”you want me to move from this safe dark corner?”…”…into that wide open bed???”…”are you crazy woman???”…”that is so not happening!!!”…”just telling you…”…

So days and days went by (like about 3 hours)…I was trembling, shaking…mewing softly…no one heard me with all the racket going on outside my hotel suite.  I was petrified! (VBP)…I could really have used my blog furriends to hold my delicate little trembling paw…(wipes leaky eyes with trembling paw)…

Finally…Mom came in to check on me…after days of being alone with little to eat…cold…hard closet for a bed…I tell you furriends…it was pawful…

…errrr….ummm….”what?”…”what do you want Mom ? Can’t you tell I am napping??”…”sheesh!..what does a cat have to do to get some privacy??”…”What?”…”oh, time to go….”…stretch, yawn…”ok”…”let’s do this thing!”…

You can all see how terribly stressful the whole moving day was for me…yawn…..

And then Dad had to do the ‘nasty’ scruff thingy…and plopped me into the PTU

Talk to you guys later after I get to the new house…

Paw Pats, Savannah

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