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I got home last night and Miss Kate glued herself to me. Everywhere I went - packing boxes she sat and stared at me. studying me. She sat on the couch (soon not to be our couch) and studied my every move. As her Uncle Lance (

althrman) says - her face said "What are you up to, NOW?!" Miss Kate has always been very 'in-tune' - she's happy and dancing and playful when I am - and knows to come in close and snuggle when I'm not feeling well, or I'm feeling down. Even when I cry during a chickflick (a favorite thing to do actually) - she'll snuggle up on my chest and lick my cheek. She's very much in-tune. So as my excitement and twitterpation level has increased coming up on the move this weekend - she's started looking after me. (smile) David's term as he talked to me about this week was "try not to anxietize all week." How sweet - but he also knows it's precisely what I'll be doing. I'm constantly visualizing where "stuff" will go as I pack it into boxes. My brain is already organizing the walk in - and where stuff will go in the kitchen. I'm already thinking about "what will my new morning routine be with walking Miss Kate in Civic Center park.." and "I wonder if I can reserve the roofdeck for a champagne party in the fall when the view will be so gorgeous...." and "how fun it'll be to come home for lunch to Miss Kate..." etc. so right now she's curled up in a Kateyball^tm directly at my feet. She's not letting me out of her sight. Good girl.......