Today I have not napped so much. Mom has had some problems to take care of and with all her moving around and talking on the phone, I find that it is difficult to sleep.
I must address our next move at this time. When we came to Phoenix, Mom was renting our house and after a while, Uncle Sam kept needing too much money, so she bought a house. I'm not sure why buying a house would mean she had to pay less to her uncle, but that's what she said. Maybe he felt sorry for us for having to spend more money. Anyway, she bought the house next door to where we were living. When she started putting stuff in boxes, I thought that maybe we were in for another long trip in the car in our boxes. Thank heavens I was wrong (for the first time). She even had a couple of people come to help her with the boxes. They took them out of the house, but didn't bring anything back.
Before many days went by, a couple of men came and started taking out the furniture. Cherokee and I were shut in the guest room in our boxes. It was a frightening experience. We didn't know what was happening or where we were going. As long as it wasn't the vet, though, I guess it was okay. Anyway, finally Mom took our boxes and we thought we were going to the car, but we just walked a little way and into another house. She put us in what turned out to be the guest room in the new house. The futon was all set up again, and the bookcases were there, although there weren't any books in them. She let us out of our boxes and shut the door. We were in the room with our food, water, and litter box, so it wasn't too bad. We could hear the men in the other room, and at one point, we saw them on the patio, handing outdoor furniture over the wall.
While we were shut in the guest room, someone came to visit. It was the woman who had watched over us while Mom was gone a couple of times. She brought someone else with her to meet us. Well, they got to meet me, but it took them quite a while to find Cherokee. Mind you, the closet was closed, so he couldn't go up on the top shelf and hide. They looked under and behind the futon, but he wasn't there. Mom was starting to get a little worried, even though she knew he had to be in that room. At last she looked up on top of one of the bookcases and there he was, lying as flat as he could, so no one could see him from the floor. They laughed about it and wondered how he got up there, as those bookcases are pretty high. I will never tell, though.
It took a while, but finally the new house began to seem like home. The living room was smaller, so the big, sectional couch didn't fit in very well. Also, the coffee table and end table were too large and you could hardly walk between the coffee table and the entertainment center to get to the patio doors. Other than that, I couldn't see much difference between the old house and the new house, except that everything seemed to be turned around. Mom didn't like the closet in the kitchen, so one day she took out the three shelves that were in the closet and replaced them with four shelves. What a lot of noise! Sawing and hammering!
There was not as much sun in the new house, but Cherokee still loved the dining room window, maybe even more, because the new house is where the vines grew over the window when she let them. The vines had a very fitting name - cat's claw! I like that.
Pretty soon, things calmed down and were more or less back to normal. We got our breakfast in the morning before Mom went to work, and we got our supper when she came home. It was a good quiet life for the most part, until Mom decided to start having parties. More on that later. I'm tired now, and must take a nap.
Yours,
Apache
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