Man, I fell off the face of the planet for a while!

We had no internet connection for about a month, and it all started when the cardboard boxes started rolling in...

I've been around the block enough (well, having lived in 7 homes, 3 different states, and 2 countries now) to know what happens when the Mom starts packing down boxes.


And usually when the suitcases come out for air, that means that Mom and/or Dad disappear and we get fed more than normal.

But being genetically wired the way we are, jumping and nesting like fat roosting hens in suitcases is quite simply irresistible. It's partly a plead to persuade the parents with our cuteness to pack us along to the invisible land beyond the front door, and it's partly a contemplative notion of how well they would make litter boxes.



But then it started getting kinda noisy around the house and the parents were getting stressed out. One Saturday, Mom disappeared and some strange men showed up and Dad helped them take all our stuff! Mavie and I hid in a corner in the bedroom trembling until the din finally died down.

When Mom finally showed up, they stuck us into our carriers which freaked us out even more because we thought we were going to be quarantined again! I cried and cried and cried, but then I realized Mom was driving us a plasticky-smelling car. I've never seen Mom drive before, come to think of it... maybe that's why she was all stressed out.

When we finally got out (it felt like eternity! Probably also because Mom kept getting lost...) Dad rushed us upstairs into this carpeted room that had all our stuff in it, and we didn't dare to leave it for days.


When we finally got the nerve to explore the rest of the place, it seems like we moved into a giant white box! It was so bright I hated it, and kept running upstairs where it was all carpeted and warm and would spend my days hiding under the bedsheets.

And sleeping.

It's so quiet here every little bump would make me jump, and our ears just weren't used to not hearing all the traffic and strangers yelling on the street...


And so here we are, out in the suburbs of Melbourne, or as Mom says "out in the sticks", which I don't get coz there aren't any sticks here. Maybe just those two holding up the baby tree out front...
But I love it!

-R