Moving

We celebrated my entry into the third trimester by moving to a new apartment. After our last disastrous move, we figured this one couldn't be worse unless the moving truck drove into the Gowanus Canal. Everything turned out fine despite our street being closed by Con Ed (I think looking very pregnant helped when I went to plead our case.). The cats were completely freaked out but recovered quickly and now spend their days jumping up to the highest points in the apartment (at least 12 feet up). Othello especially likes to climb to spots that he can't get down from, requiring several rescues from the ladder.



Just after we finished unpacking the last box on Sunday, our downstairs neighbor decided to leave for the night but forgot that she had food cooking on the stove. As the burning smell grew stronger, we called our landlord and a few minutes later, five fire trucks pulled up outside. Luckily, there was no damage, but our apartment now has a lovely burned smell about it--let's hope it dissipates quickly.