We're in the process of moving from our house in one state to an
apartment in another state while we wait for our new condo to be built.
 Going from an 2000 sq. ft house to a 1200 sq. ft condo (and I get
twice the mortgage for almost half the space) has been interesting-- had
to either throw away a lot of stuff or give it away.  We sent mail
around to local animal rescue groups who snapped up a lot of it.

Oliver has been holding up well in all the confusion and chaos of
moving.  While the movers were there packing and loading we put him in
the cat kennel and then picked him up yesterday to bring him back to our
new place (about a 5 hour drive)right from the kennel.  About an hour
into the drive he started crying and fussing and we couldn't figure out
what was wrong with him.  Suddenly he escaped from the crate we were
transporting him in.  The first thing he did was run over to our dog and
greet him and give him kisses.  Then he jumped in the front seat and
demanded that I hold him.  We were traveling at highway speeds with no
where to pull over and put him back in the crate so I ended up holding
him for about 30 miles until we got to a rest area.  Turns out that he
was just so lonely for us after two days in the kennel that he just had
to be with us for a little while.  After we got to the rest area and put
him back in his crate he was perfectly content to sleep on his little
bed until we got home.  He is so sweet sometimes!

Part of the time he was out of the crate he stood with his little feet
braced on the dashboard looking out the windshield.  He looked like a
little figurehead on a ship or a Jaguar hood ornament.  Every once in a
while he go meeeeerrOOOWWW! I took that as "faster daddy!"  It was cute
but I worried we'd have to stop suddenly and he'd be dashed against the
window but it was either that or let him on Steve (who was driving) and
I did not want Oliver to help drive!  :-)