Maybe I should do a 365 Days of Being Smothered by the Cat.
I really am turning into a crazy cat lady. I've been mega protective of Moses this move, probably since our first move in NYC was so hard on Catty, and I accidentally led some people on FB to believe that Moses had not survived this one (yikes!). Or maybe it's easier to talk about the cat's feelings than mine? Am I Mel Gibson in The Beaver?