Rusha-frusha-grrr cat. Just because the cupboards are currently empty doesn't mean you can play in them, especially while I'm trying to put stuff in them. And please, for the sake of my sanity, stop trying to sleep on my feet while I'm trying to get stuff done. Also, I know this is a new place but is it really neccessary to race into every closet I open and refuse to get out until you are done sniffing it. Again. I promise, not much has changed since the last time you sniffed it. And just because we don't have a table yet or chairs in here and therefore are sitting on the floor to eat doesn't mean we want your nose in our food. And since we're on the subject of food, a new home doesn't mean a new feeding time, or extra feeding times, or extra food. Furthermore, you may think it's fun to shoot out of all the new hiding places you've found and attack my feet but sooner or later you're going to get trampled and I'm only going to feel a little sorry for you. Finally, I know you love cathcing the spiders that caught a ride on the boxes, and I appreciate that you are killing them off for me, but please please please stop DROPPING THEM AT MY FEET! I get it, your a crazy skilled hunter but I'm an arachnophobe and you're going to give me a flipping heart attack! Just eat them and be done with it. Seriously furball, I love you but you're about to get yourself locked in the bedroom.