Last night was my last night at my apartment. I'd lived there by myself with my two kitties for between three and four years. I seen this picture and it reminded me of myself, in an empty room with a mattress on the floor-kinda mourning. Its funny in life how you can get attached to apartments,cars,just inanimate objects in general.
The kitties on the other hand seem to be handling it well,so far...they were loooving the open spaces without all my crap, and they were ripping around like maniacs. They seem slightly weirded out, kinda looking at me like what the heck is going on.
