New neighbors.

Last evening after retrieving the mail, I noted a welcome mat in front of the doorstep adjacent to mine. It hadn't been there before, and I took it as a sign.

This morning, the move-in has begun. Thump, thump, thump. Furniture is making the perilous, zig-zag trip upstairs. Nakori is sitting up on my bed, and I seem to be some sort of barrier between him and the Noisy Stuff. He has the roundest eyes I've seen on a cat; they are pale blue saucers with small blackened pancakes sitting directly in the center of each. His gaze is fixed on the bedroom doorway, which seems to be the Portal to The Scary Zone of Mayhem.

Jasper is completely the opposite in his viewpoint regarding things at or outside the front door. If the UPS guy knocks, Nakori heads for the closet, while Jasper runs to the door. One almost expects him to wag his tail and bark. Nakori's response is exactly what one expects from a cat, especially a cat who lives entirely indoors. No, it's Jasper who's the behavioral anomaly.

Aside from his asthma, I don't think there's one thing about Jasper that isn't amusing.

I live with Yin and Yang.