Ready to move

We’re busy packing (about to take a break to make a Braum’s ice cream run), and ever since our packing began, Sinatra started meowing loudly and following us around even more than he usually does. Chelsea figures he knows we’re moving, and he wants to make sure he doesn’t get left behind. So she got his cat carrier out of the closet and put it close to the front door to let him know that we were going to pack him, too. Since then, the little guy has spent the better part of the week sitting in the carrier. He’s ready to move. And so are we. (We just have the small detail of packing left to do.)