Monday Is Cat Week: Last Looks

Moving can be a pretty emotional experience. (Not for me, of course,
because I am a bad-ass. I refer here to others.).

After you've packed and emptied the place you called home, it's hard
not to be reminded of your mortality when you see all that empty
space. Soon, someone else's stuff will fill that void. Soon, someone
else will call that place home.

After ten years in Brooklyn, I sure will miss the place. My new home
in Manhattan is a big step up in just about every way, but I'll always
have a soft spot for the people and places on the Q train.

Do cats get wistful, too? Or is Marla just wondering where her
litterbox went?

(Bklyn Blggng HQ)