Oscar loves to help me with whatever I’m doing. Usually, that help takes the form of active interference or a chunky nap. Today it’s the nap.
After a brief distrustful pause, the cats threw themselves into exploring the new house. Nutterbutter has exhibited unusual gusto for this.
The Cat has returned! We’ve been making steady progress with settling into the new place. Everyone likes it so far, especially Oscar.
Early in the afternoon, the menagerie arrived at our new home. The cats were over it. We were over it. But we made it.
We steamroll through the fiery freeways of Southern California. Like an angry, stinky meteor, we were coming to Carson, one way or another.
Our night in New Mexico would best be described as a Rob Zombie album. It was loud, everything shook, and we weren’t sure we’d survive.
The Grand Adventure of our lives begins, punctuated by the soft purr of three cats who spent their last night at home splashed across us like furry paint, loving and doting in their inscrutable, mysterious way.
We found Stanley and Kewpie curled up together in Heather’s chair, being cute and refusing to let her have her blanket.
The cats have been handling the move prep really well. Other than some extra snugginess in the evenings, they show no signs of stress. Yay!
All three cats like to sleep in Wolfie’s old bed these days, especially in the afternoon. Its new name is the Sun Box and Nutter loves it.