On the move

We moved into a new apartment and when I went over to get some work done, I figured I would let Smokey tag along (read: I dragged him there) so he could get used to the new place. He was very distressed for most of it, meowing nonstop even while wandering around and sitting on the window sills.

He neglected the toy I brought to keep him company.

He used to love this toy, by the way. He would lick it until I took it away from him. Not so today.

Oh, wait, there he goes. Small head, big body!

I still have material from the last apartment, so don't get confused if you see two different interiors!