After a chaotic, traumatic 17-hour of packing and moving, I'm now relocated to another side the city. The new neighborhood is more colourful, the atmosphere calmer, the air fresher. Or is it a different me viewing the world in another angle? Maybe. After all, I've passed my viva!!!
I opened my door to Murphy. No, he was knocking on my door (by meowing) asking me to let him in. Couldn't resist his calling, so got out of my nice cosy warm bed and opened the door for him. He joined me immediately without asking for permission, and found a spot to himself and snuggle right next to me. It's only my third night in this house, and Murphy has decided to spend the night with me. Good boy! A friendly cat would keep me happy.
