A short, working with P.O.V.

I looked around the new house. At that point, I didn't yet know it was a new house, I thought my mom and sisters just felt like a visit and brought me along. They liked me around. It was a nice house, spacious and lightly painted. And there were plenty of woods around, which meant playing outside for me if I could sneak out from the protective glare of my mom. I glanced around, but mom was distracted with carrying things, which included, strangely, a long measuring tape. The challenge to escape wasn't great enough for me, so I left the living room.

I wandered down the hall and found my oldest sister in the first room. She was standing by the window with her hands planted on her hips. I tried to get her attention by being cute, but she didn't notice me. She looked both excited and weary, but still more optimistic than I had seen her in a while. I touched her leg and she finally looked down and smiled. She picked me up and hugged me, burying her face in my hair. Loved.

She sat me down and went back to her strange pondering of the room. I ran happily into the hallway. I dodged my mom, who had boxes in her hands, heavy by the looks of them, and went to the next room, where I played with the turtle for a few minutes. The turtle looked terrified and I laughed inside. Silly turtles. Always so scared. My littlest sister wandered in. She was exploring, too. She opened the little closet doors wobbly and walked inside. She examined the space and walked back out, shutting the doors behind her. I followed her into the living room, my feet moving rapidly underneath me, plodding gently on the carpet.

The whole family met up in the room and were talking, either sitting on the couch or standing. My littlest sister sat on the piano bench and plucked at the keys as she listened to mom. I didn't notice them unpacking the boxes until I noticed my toys came out. My favorite strings and my scratching post were already out. I jumped over to them, and immediately started with my usual chorus of “Meow, meow!” wanting some attention. The whole family stopped talking or unpacking to play with me. I am the favorite, after all.