I hear you. You're crying. It breaks my heart to hear those sounds come out of you. I can't let you out of the bathroom. I wish I could spend the whole day in there with you. Comforting you, snuggling you, kissing you. I wish I could explain to you what's going on and that it'll all be over soon, but you don't speak english. I need to keep you in there. I don't want you to get hurt or escape while the work is being done. I visit you, and I see the confusion and fear in your face. When you look up at me and meow, your voice is filled with terror and stress. Oh Lydia, you've never been through anything like this before. You, the girl who came from living with a sweet, little old lady. And Gertie, you're holding up well; you've been through this too much.

The guys have returned. The ones who re-wired my building, redid the siding, and gave me new windows and a new bathroom. They're here giving me a new kitchen. I'm very excited for the work to be done. Obvious reasons for excitement include having a beautiful new kitchen, and letting my cats out. But, I'm also excited for the next month or two. We're finally going to move in. It's like moving into a new apartment, without having to find a place and actually move. We're going to clean, and put things in somewhat proper places. Then, I will have a home instead of the dump some of you have seen. I think I even want to have a housewarming party when it's all said and done. We never did have one of those, even though we've been here over 2 years.

Please, girls, be patient. Only one or two more days and we'll be on the way to the best home you've ever had (well, best home Gertie's ever had, but hopefully a close third for Lyd).