Patches seems to be dealing with the upheaval pretty well. We moved her litter box and that had to be rough.

It’s almost like she can sense that about six hours from now DJ Roomba will roll.

Patches is sensing how bad today has been.

Patches wants me to just shut up and go to sleep so that she can crawl on top of my head.

Patches wants me to cheer up. She ain’t no therapist though.

Patches often sacks out next to one of the back speakers.

Someone wants some attention.

Guess which member of our household is most displeased with the upheaval, not to mention the 1980’s Rush blaring from the bedroom.

Patches wonders if we are three months early for spring cleaning or nine months late.