We went to the old apartment today to do some last minute cleaning. We had a tendency to care for strays that came by the back porch, our cat was the most popular kitten in the complex and had several boyfriends.
As we were loading up the last of the supplies I went to the back porch to find our most regular stray sitting by the window waiting for this mid day meal. It broke my heart. He was too scared of us so we were not able to lure him into a kennel for us to take with him to the new house. So there we left him, as he watched us with a quizzical look, wondering where we were going with his sweet little meows, as I boohooed all the way home. I feel as though I am abandoning a poor, innocent animal. Now on to find something to take my mind off of my guilty conscience.
Farewell, apartment! You hold some amazing memories: Our first Christmas as husband and wife, our first anniversary eating cake and champagne in bed,first Supper Club, pool parties, game nights, movie nights and so many more. What a bitter sweet feeling of leaving our first home (apartment) for our first home (house).
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