Home for the Holidays

I am all moved in to The Page House. Bronson and Sam have done absolutely everything possible to make me the happiest mom on earth.  I have a fabulous bedroom and run of the house; afterall, I am part of the family.

                                                          (That’s my room at the top right.)

 

I have all my clothes,art, pictures, books, shoes and cat.  Hmmmm.  What am I missing? Oh, yeah, my mind. I had no idea that it would take longer than a couple of weekends to collect the splinters of me and move them in. 

 

That’s okay…Bronson and Sam are pretty patient guys.  The understanding helps, too. (Did I mention that they are loving and caring? Sounds like a plug for Boy Scouts.)

I look forward to our Holiday Gathering coming up, when we will have a lot of our favorite folk here to toast the Holidays. 

Now, all I have to do is stop “visiting” and start “being”. It is a little more complicated than I anticipated.  I just have to stop hissing and pissing on areas to mark my territory.  OMFG! I sound like a lady with 50 cats! (I only have Burbank the Cat…and now, her step-brothers, Churchill and Max.)

                                                         

I planned to have a few more pictures included in this, but I can’t find my camera.  Oh well, I’ll just have to include them in some other…tales from abroad.