Oliver.

So the move is finally done! All of the fears and reservations that I had have been resolved, and I'm totally glad that I made this move. More on that later. One of the biggest things that I was worried about though was my kitten. I didn't think Oliver would be happy because the space is pretty small- maybe 400-450 square feet.

Yesterday morning I woke up and felt pretty achy from the move the day before. I looked to my left and right and didn't see Oliver (he usually sleeps on my pillow or under the covers with me). Then I looked at the foot of the bed and saw him there, not moving. I'd never seem him sleep in that position before, so I got a little nervous. I called his name, but he didn't answer. So I put my hand on his stomach and shook him, but he didn't move. I called his name one more time, even louder, and when he didn't move, my nervous breakdown began. I got out of bed and went into my bathroom, then I sat down and started to cry. My mother told me last night that she'd placed rat poison around while the apartment was vacant, to ward off any critters. She said that she thought she'd removed it all, but that I should keep an eye out for it so that Oliver doesn't eat it. I thought about all of the places I didn't look, all of the things I didn't do...and I buried my head in my hands and started to sob. Moments later, I felt something soft rub against my leg- my dang cat! I looked down at him and he looked up at me as if to say, "What's your problem?" I suppose he was a little tired from the move, too. Now that we're semi settled in, I see that he loves it! There are lots of closets and crevices for him to explore, and there are stairs, which he has never experienced before. But the one thing that isn't here? Rat poison.