We're moving

My parents think I'm dumb. They don't think I see all the boxes piling up around our apartment, taking up precious space that I OWN!!

We're moving tomorrow :(

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Do you know what this means?

• No longer the city cat I have grown to love.
• No longer able to roam freely on the balcony, checking out the action below on the street.
• Being locked in a stupid room with Pickles while everyone is downstairs moving stuff into a BIG truck. At least I can watch from the window. Who am I kidding, I'll be hiding in the closet. I HATE CHANGE!
• Being squished into a cat carrier, sitting in my grandparents SUV with cousin Kalen staring at me saying "cat!" and "bottom!" He can't say my name yet.

There are fun parts to moving though:

• Watching my grandad gag when Pickles takes a crap in his carrier. He tends to crap when he's in that thing.
• Exploring a new house with many more stairs and rooms to hide.
• Sitting on the humongous ledge that's in every room.
• Pissing in new spots to mark my territory (tee hee. Grandma calls me Pissy Cat)
  

Ya, I hate change, but I know I will learn to enjoy being a Suburban Cat.