Tuna continues his usual mayhem as I clean closets, box stuff for donation and decide what’s important enough to schlep to my new digs, but when the realtor’s photographer arrived to shoot photos of rooms, Tuna raced to his hideout while Dreamsicle stalked the photographer by inserting himself into every shot. He became so impossible, I had to stop working and undertake repeated cat removals. While Tuna stayed put in his hideout, Dreamsicle made one final demand by posing at the front door. Once his official (tripod-assisted, I might add) portrait was taken, he strolled away. No dumb cat he.