I can smell home.
We're staying in another mini-house, but I know we are close to home. The humans went to the book-place and came back with a bunch of books. They smell just like the books that came from the book-place close to home.
Every night this week, when the humans came home, they've smelled like the people that used to come over to our real house. Different people every day, but they all smell familiar. A lot of them helped empty out our real house before we started going from mini-house to mini-house.
At first, I wondered why the humans didn't just take us home. Then I remembered how empty and dusty our real house was when we left. I wouldn't want to come home to that.
I hope the humans are setting up our real house so that we can go back to it soon. Variety may be the spice of life, but I'm ready for some comfort food. If you know what I mean.