The worst part of moving? I used to think it was the boxes, the chaos and the mess. Then I realized it was the pets. I can handle the boxes, the chaos, the empty fridge and searching for my socks. The girls...well they don't handle it quite as well.
Fancy seems to have settled in....
Toccoa looks as though we've moved her to a foreign country...
And Willow...well she's just a nut. She's still pacing.....
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