WHAT DO YOU MEAN - MOVE?

Beignet writes this post:
Dad has been going to school away from home for a very long time. I know that because he always says he will be gone a very long time. He comes home on the weekend and now I know how long four bedtimes is. I've also learned how to count to 10. Mom thinks I can count further and she is right, but her human limitations are 10 fingers and so that is all I can tell her. I can add and subtract, too. So while Dad has been at school Mom keeps saying we are going to move. She keeps trying to explain it to me by saying we are going in the car, but then she said the cats are going in the car too. I didn't like that idea until she said we would all go in our "Bye-bye houses". Then she said that is like when I moved here to live with her after I had lived with Kelly. Then she started telling me how many bedtimes it would be before we moved and since I know how long it takes for a bedtime, and I am an expert counter, I figured out that something big was happening. Well, the other dead give-away was that Mom kept putting things into boxes and she was really busy. Then the day came - MOVING DAY.

At a certain time when everything was gone from the house she said, "Okay, it's time to go bye-bye." I hadn't ever asked her a questions before but I said, "I...car?" Yes, she told me, so the cats got in their houses and I got into my house and we all went for a very long trip in the car. Dad drove the other car and very late at night we came to a new house. At first I was afraid because there are big black birds here that are as big as a hawk, but Mom said they were crows and they were okay and that I was safe inside my window. There is a place across the street where people pick up "paper mail". Mom tried telling me it was mail, but when she said "paper mail" I understood, because I'm really quick on the uptake. There are Mom's and Dad's and children who come and get their paper mail every day and also a big white truck that brings the paper mail. I'm beginning to enjoy my new home and especially our new neighbors Samatha and Nithia who are from India. Nithia wells bells on her ankles and when she wiggles it makes me happy. Mom says she is a baby and that our Aimee is going to have one of those too. Life is so exciting. I even get to watch movies at this house.