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I guess daisies will have to do
Rabbit, rabbit. Moving is exhausting. Everything that is not my computer, my medications, or Doppel-Abbie is still in boxes and bags in my brother's former bedroom and I have access to the internet but not reliably e-mail because of an idiosyncratic interaction with the house network. But the cats are in the summer kitchen; I have set up my futon, desk, green basket chair, and beige-colored square of spare carpet in a cleared space surrounded by long-stored furniture of various provenance; Autolycus has already summited Other Mount Refrigerator twice and Hestia has colonized the very top of the stacked bookshelves as her personal aerie from which her eyes flash out like foxfire as she surveys this strange new land. She was also walking along the top of the mantel over the grill when I came down the second time, which puts her about four inches from the ceiling and all of the fragile objects usually stacked there very hastily relocated by me. Autolycus ran to me, leapt into my arms, clung to my shoulder and purred like an outboard motor. It is too hot and sticky for me to sleep in the summer kitchen tonight, especially since I will not be able to use the ceiling fan (it is within paw's reach of the cabinets that run alongside Other Mount Refrigerator, which goes to prove my point about cat-proofing), but I made the bed anyway and have my fingers crossed for cooler weather. They have both eaten dinner. They have been allowed to play with the blue denim catnip feather. Hestia is still wary of the nighttime noises and the outdoor smells and the tiny greenish insects that keep whacking themselves into the fluorescent light over the futon—she is hissing and growling more than I would like, especially at her brother who gives me a betrayed look every time—but she has also stretched out on the carpet to have her belly rubbed, leapt in beside me when I sat in the basket chair, and dragged her two favorite toys off into the white cardboard box that I left on its side as a cat nest. I don't like being separated from them during the night, but all signs point to them being all right without me, if still settling in. I will put Doppel-Abbie on the pillow beside me and unpack the box fan in the morning.
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Thank you. By today they were much more like their usual selves, including Hestia leaping up onto the desk at the sound of an opening can of catfood and Autolycus venturing out from Other Mount Refrigerator onto the cabinets themselves and then taking a nap with his chin on the outer corner of the farthest cabinet and his front paws dangling, an unsupported position which cats are not supposed to like and which has been characteristic of him since he was a tiny kitten with enormous paws. Hestia is now actively trying to escape up the stairs to the sun porch, otherwise known these days as the catlock (a sliding glass door separates it from the rest of the house, so that she can't just run wild through the rooms in which my mother has to breathe). Autolycus' monster purr has returned when I pick him up and he snuggles his head into the hollow of my shoulder. They groomed each other. It is reassuring.
I do hope you get cooler weather, and very much wish that I could send you some of ours, which is abnormal for the time of year but extremely welcome.
I appreciate it!
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We have several cat locks in this house; nobody is allergic to them, but Ninja lives up to his name with many brands of escape artistry and Saffron also wants to go outside, though her approach is to be very stealthy and very very fast rather than to remove screens from the windows or enlarge holes in air conditioner accordions originally made by squirrels.
The paw-dangling position of Autolycus sounds almost unbearably cute. But cat owners, of course, develop a certain tolerance.
Very glad they are settling; I'm sure it will help their humans settle too.
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I fell asleep this afternoon with him thrumming on my chest. That hadn't happened since last fall. I think it was very reassuring to both of us. I'm also glad that they are back to sleeping on the same bed instead of in different perches around the summer kitchen.
We have several cat locks in this house; nobody is allergic to them, but Ninja lives up to his name with many brands of escape artistry and Saffron also wants to go outside, though her approach is to be very stealthy and very very fast rather than to remove screens from the windows or enlarge holes in air conditioner accordions originally made by squirrels.
Your precautions seem only reasonable!
According to my mother, Hestia approached her bout the stairs to the sun porch last night. My mother said firmly, "No." Hestia opened her mouth and emitted a tiny, adorable hiss. My mother said, "Still no."
The paw-dangling position of Autolycus sounds almost unbearably cute. But cat owners, of course, develop a certain tolerance.
Nah; I always think he's cute.
Very glad they are settling; I'm sure it will help their humans settle too.
Yes. Thank you.