Finally found a good place to stop wrting tonight.

*Here all I was trying to do was get them to get Dinner and the uncooked pizza is still sitting on the stove*

I have hardly slept when the door opens and a screeching cat flies into the room and on to the bed waking both me and Helen. Helen immediately begins to cry and I scoop her into my arms. My heart is pounding as the second cat flies in knocking into the stack of boxes and then under the bed.
“Justin! Why did you open the door?” I yell. I am remorseful for this as it makes Helen cry harder. “Oh sweetie it’s Ok, The cats are just being a bit nuts in the new house. They would wake anyone with that racket but I bet it is time to get up anyway.” I stroke Helen’s hair as she cries into my shoulder. After a minute or two she begins to sniff back her tears. I hug her and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.
“You called?” Justin says sticking his head in the door way.
“Well, the cats opened the door and woke us up badly slamming through the door. Why did you open it?” I ask as calmly and as matter-of-factly as I can.
“I didn’t, I just got back with the cats and a take and bake pizza I figured you two would be hungry I was trying to figure out the oven when I heard you yell.”
“Well, maybe I didn't latch it well. I am sorry.”
“Thats OK I would have thought the same thing.”

As my feet hit the floor I hear the cats hiss from under the bed. It makes me start and Helen lifts her head suddenly and slams it into my ear hard enough to make me gasp. She starts to whimper again.
“Its OK that was all just very surprising sweetie. Are you OK?”
“I think I got scared, Mommy.” I hug her tight as I stand up carefully testing my knee and hoping that the cats won’t swipe. There is only a dull throb from my knee letting me know that I hurt it but that it wont’ give out, yet.
We head out into the Hallway and find Justin coming out of the bathroom.
“The cats managed to spill thei litter box already. I put it behind the toilet. Seems to be the perfect spot. Somehow they managed to upend it and dump the liter all over the floor behind the toilet.” He said. Standing and listening to him my knee begins to hurt. I lean against the wall. The wall is icy cold. I rebalance Helen who is clinging to me as she does when she is tired.
“Well they are obviously in a snit or something because of the mood. Probally took issue with the litter box for some unexplainable cat reason.”
“Yeah I know”
“This wall is way too cold. Let go Down stairs. Helen can Daddy carry you. Please dear”
“Yes” they both say with a great deal of happiness. we all head down stairs together.
The Staris are polished with a oriental style runner held down by thing brass rods. It is more autentaious than I would have chosen but I like it all the same. It add a bit of elegance to the somewhat casual entryway.

We walked down the hall and into the kitchen. The Pizza looked large on the top of the stove. There were a few boxes open around the kitchen. One was even empty.
“Yeah and empty box!”
“Do remember what Box has the Pizza Cutter or the kitchen sheers?”
“Not off the top of my head but at least one of those is listed on the where am I important sheet. I think it is on top of the boxes in Helen’s room” My back is to him as I say this and I hear him leave the room and head up stairs. I look at the writing on the empty box, it says plates and bowls, I look around for the silverware box. Of course it is at the bottom.
“Helen Sweetie do you want to help Mommy?” I ask. I turn around when she does not respond. She is not in the kitchen. “Helen, where are you sweetie?” silence greets me. I look into the Hallways and the Dining room since I can see them without taking a step. I don’t see her. “Helen!” I call out louder trying to keep my voice happy not to sound anxious or angry. I walk into Dining room and it is empty only the chairs, Table and empty china cabinet.

I walk through the equally empty Living room. And into the entry way and to the bottom of the stairs. “Helen!” I call again. Feeling a little of that mother’s fear drifting into my voice and chest. Still silence. “Justin!” I call loudly. He rounds the corner and steps into view at the top of the stairs with such timing to my growing worry that I jump. “Is Helen with you?”
“No I left her in the kitchen with you.”
“She seems to have wandered off. I am not used to having this big a place to try and find her in.”
The responds as he comes down the stairs. “I’ll go through the living room and you go the other way and we will meet in the Den.”
“OK sounds good.” I am moving on my assigned path before I finish speaking. I walk back down the hallway we walked dow just a few minutes ago and through the kitchen a down the hall towards the Den. I stop and look in the mud room bathroom to find it empty. As is the Mud room. I walk into the Den where many of the Boxes are. It has become a Maze in here. We will need to Move these and empty these.  Once I can see all of the French Doors I see Helen standing by them. She is standing very still with her head cocked to one side, in either deep thought or concentration. Helen sweetie I was looking for you.”
She whirls around and looks at me startled. “Sorry Mommy, I was looking out side. Something happened out there”