We're moving. (No, not just because of Gus' visit.)
Mum's been too sick to look after a whole house, and this house has been far too hot for summer.
We're going to a little flat under a friend's house. It will be much cooler there and much less house work for Mum.
I haven't seen where we're going, but Mr 18 says it's purrfect, and even has a special cat door. I've never had my own door before, so this will be exciting.
Mum says the "no corpses in the house" rule will still apply, which I think is very mean of her.
Mum and Mr 18 are doing lots of things to get ready. They're talking about what things can go at the "garage sale". I don't know what a "garage sale is", but if we're getting rid of things, maybe we could get rid of the dog.
"Or the cat." - Mr Woof, Doggsbody.
This will only be the second time I've moved house, and I was very young last time, so I don't remember much. Mr Woof's moved house heaps of times, because he's sooooo old!
He says lots of things will be put in boxes to go to our new home. Some of my jingle balls are in my toy box - but all of the others are hidden in special places around the house. I hope we find all of them - I'd hate to leave them behind. (And I'll have to find the new special places to keep them all!)
Mum says she wants to get rid of at least half of our stuff before we go. So we definitely should get rid of the dog and at least one budgie.
Anyway, we're not actually going until this time next month, so we've got lots of time to get ready.
Until next time we meet in the bloggosphere,