Moving On Up

by Tanner the Kitty

I recently decided to relocate. My old residence, where I have lived for  over a year, was just too small.

And it was too junky. All kinds of stuff was left from the previous tenant, who was Dylan. He liked to collect string and junk which he kept in the downstairs part. 

On the stoop were old cars on blocks and old appliances. It was not a nice place for a refined cat to live. See?

I didn't have any room to entertain or to keep my stuff. So I started looking around for a bigger and nicer place. I finally moved into a high-rise condo on a wooded lot.

I now have a place to display my art—like this which hangs next to my roof-top terrace: 

Since it is art, the bird ain't real. He wouldn't last long if he was. The cat ain't real either, but I like his stripes. From the fourth floor, I can watch the real birds outside. It is almost like I am in a tree-top.

I can lean way out if I want to get a better look.

Now I have room for visitors. Right after I moved in, my bestest friend Chloe climbed up to visit. She is a girl, so I let her go first because I am a gentleman kitty.

Hanging out with Chloe was fun.

We had a nice visit and did some bird-watching together. Chloe likes my new place.

After Chloe left, Dylan came snooping around.

He just stopped in for a minute, but he didn't stay long.

Next Jim-Bob came along and explored all over the place. 

He even came part-way upstairs.

I tried to get him to come up to the roof, but he wasn't interested.

Then George came along and invited Jim-Bob to go with him, so they left. They could at least have asked me if I wanted to go.

 I waved good-bye as they left. It was fun to look down on them.

If you're in the neighborhood, come up and see me. 

Remember, I no longer live at the old place.

I have moved on up to a deluxe apartment in the sky.

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