Moving is Fun!!!

Well, it depends on whose opinion it is you're asking, really. Vee and I hated moving so much that the sight of our cluttered, tiny unit almost drove us to tears. But someone enjoyed it...

See her? She's in the picture somewhere... No?

How 'bout now? ...still nothing? Oh, come on, you've never played "Where's Waldo?" before? (Fun fact: Waldo also goes by Wally and a plethora of other names, depending on the country.)

Okay, there she is. That's Em, our six-year-old furball.

This was hours after we moved in, so she was still a little apprehensive and probably decided the highest place would be safest.

But overall, she seemed to think the whole moving thing was a big adventure. She got to explore the mysterious top side of the bed slats...

Lounge in a fortress of cardboard boxes...

And try out new nap spots. Nothing's better than fresh, warm laundry, right?

So much fun, and she hasn't even explored the deck yet!

Look at her, all curious about the goings-on outside, but didn't even know that she could use the cat door that's right beside her to slink out...