Sunday, July 25, 2010

Of Moving Back Home

Oh dear.

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.

6 comments:

Pearl said...

It's funny how a grown child can come home and you get so much closer as adults. Yes thinking of it as a new adventure is the way to go. Have fun!!

Name: female, not even with a capital F. I shit you not! said...

Good luck with the melding of the kitty families. ;0)

Allen and Debby Graber said...

Our daughter moved home too, for a year, during a sad time in her life. With her kitty. And our two cats too. She's on her own now, just graduated from nursing school and we are so proud of her. It was a hard time, but we were so glad to be able to help her get back on her feet.

Judy said...

Fun times for everyone!

Saija said...

*smiling* ... never know, it may be a lot of fun ... *more smiling*

Elizabeth said...

May it be a wonderful time of bonding and friendship greater than ever!