Surprisingly, the transition of her majesty from chez vieux to chez nouveaux (aka her majesty’s Azkhaban for the next month) went…rather well.
The most strenuous part was transporting her to her new abode in Airforce One (aka my car). This involved 30 minutes of beyond piteous crying, panting and at one point, my finger joints being bent backwards – a direction they don’t usually go.
Now that she is in, there is the occasional miaow but other than that, she is mostly fine – even when she acts distraught, it really is an act to get more pats / attention / cat biscuits:
What do you mean recently moved cats can't take over their owner's side of the bed? I am pretty sure those are the rules and I am stressed and distraught, you know.
Mind you...there have been moments:
Sooky the wondercat has “took against” the airconditioner, which is slightly unfortunate as that is the only source of heat at the moment…and it is also quite cold at the moment.
[She has this weird thing against helium balloons on the ceiling, ceiling fans when they are on and now… airconditioners; as well as more understandable things like thunder and loud noises.]
Unfortunately, she is just going to have to toughen up and realise the sky isn’t falling in each time we use it, because my cold toes have more veto power than she does until it’s warmer.
She does seem to be softening up a bit…having discovered the wonderous spot in front of the air con unit where the floor gets really warm and she can bask bake to her heart’s content.
Night 3 of habitating in our new abode, she decided to add a personal touch in appreciaton of my interior design efforts and threw up…in the middle of my bed.
I am now slightly worried about her throwing up in and and/or all of my wardrobe boxes. That would be a tragedy the like of which has never been seen on this earth before…
Or what if she decided my bed hangings (aka clothing) were amazing hanging toys for her to play with? More than fur would fly that day…
What horrid scenarios – I can’t get rid of her and I can’t get a wardrobe just yet (thank you rewiring, I blew my wardrobe money on light fittings instead).
For both our sakes, the 4 legged housemate better leave the interior decorations to the 2 legged housemate, or there will be a rumble in the bronx.
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