I...I ...I...I'm not sure why my bed and food bowl keeps moving. Ever since they decided to change the kitchen, there's been a lot of noise, pounding, and grilling all around. People coming in and out with different things and different smells. But I can't complain. It provides good entertainment and all of the people have been very nice to me.
Many a time, I just stand there with a confused look on my face until I get yelled at by my dad to get out of the way. But I like where this is going, I think. I'm liking the cool feel of the floors against my paws. I like that the cabinet colors match me. I just hope they find a permanent spot for my bed soon.