Can you say disaster?

Well, we’re moving. Or at least I am. Zak’s still working and not packing and Leslie’s up to here eyeballs in marking still.

But I’m puttering along by myself. Sam’s already moved and freaked out and Art is left behind with Zak and freaked by the lack of furniture. We are supposed to be done by Xmas but I doubt it.

Anyway, this is the remnants of our old home. I’ll post some pics later of the new one…

Can you spell Stoopid Kat?

Artemis isn’t allowed outside, and since she really wanted to meet a fireman, she had to get creative…

Alas for her, I managed to fish her off from the ledge. I wonder what she’ll try next?