We made it — after having packed and moved close to 50 boxes, big and small. I won’t even try to make an image of the stuff I have to move; it’s just too depressing!
Anyway, the boys didn’t pack their own stuff. The cats did wonder about the fuss and hid when the removalists appeared. I must say they coped very well with it over the last 3 weeks.
It’s our second day at home in Potts Point and I must say the cats adapted pretty well. We don’t have access to a private garden like we used to but PF and Mr Big still get to visit the old place during the day.
Wiggley is doing just fine. Sometimes I wonder if he misses Ginger. He seems to understand the change we are going through at the moment.
I can’t wait to explore my new neighbourhood! Later!