The Abbreviated Story of Our Move To O Hi O

We have lived in O Hi O for 5 weeks now. Time really skates along and before you know it you are listening to your Mommy complain about how awful her photo looks on her new O Hi O driver's license and how she can't find a decent cut of meat (we were from Kansas City after all)! Aside from the meat issue and having to ship our Tidy Cat crystals from PetSmart, O Hi O is quite nice. We are unpacked and enjoying the new home, finding new nappy spots, watching the outdoors from our new windows and just generally being happy. Rudy isn't as rude and he hasn't put the bitey on me since we have been here. I miss some of my friends from KC - there were some woofies I liked to watch walk by and I had some squirrel buddies that would hang out in the back yard that I could chitter to from my beloved back porch. I also miss getting little bites of KC BBQ. Other than that, home is here. I have new squirrel friends (they are black here - so good looking!), new birds to look at from the feeder and lots of other interesting stuff. And of course there is the upstairs deck where I can be OUTSIDE and the 19 stairs that are perfect for Thundering Herds of Elephants at dark early o'clock! In the winter I will have 2 fireplaces to choose from for warm naps and the big kitchen that has my special anti-getting-stepped-on snoopervising spot. Yup, it's all good.
So, here is the story of the last week of July, or as Mommy calls it the week from H E double hockey sticks!

Here I am guarding the stereo before the packers packed it.

Payton's Memorial and empty pots waiting to be packed

Rudy amidst the choas
Mommy and Daddy have one last evening at the Brooksider -see that awful O Hi O state flag hanging up there? It really bugged Mommy.

The moving van arrived. (Don't tell Mommy I told you this, but she broke down and sobbed when it pulled up. She said that's when it really hit her.)

It was a huge truck and by now we kitties were locked in a spare bedroom with no furniture - just our food and water and litter box. We were a little freaked out!

All loaded and ready to take ALL OUR STUFF! Even my toys!

Bye-Bye! Please take care of my toys! (Mommy sobbed again)
This doesn't look good, not at all...

On our way, Diamond is having a blast. Us, not so much, we are behind him all passed out in our PTU'S. (Thank goodness for drugs!) It was the hottest day of the year and even with the AC on full blast, Mommy and Daddy were constanly checking on us to make sure we were OK. They had to keep moving our PTU's because of the location of the sun. It took 11 1/2 hours and about 5 years off of Mommy and Daddy's life!
"Hey Pop, can we stop at McDonald's for a burger?"