Naomi is moving back home. She and her three cats, Ginger, Farrah and Sammy.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
When I agreed to this I looked over at Lennon and McCartney and thought, "You guys don't even know what you're facing. Poor kitties." They do know these other three cats, but they don't like them--and the feeling is mutual.
Well, it's just until Naomi finds an apartment, you understand. This is a hard time for her, a sad time, so we said, "Sure! Come and bring your stuff and your cats. We'll have a grand ol' time."
It's just until she finds an apartment.
Or did I already say that?
Let the new adventure begin.