What's better than Cats?
The cats have been rellocated. Figaro and Dorabella are doing well, as much as I could expect anyhow.
During the pick up Dorabella was meowing up a storm, some of that low pitiful stuff, and some really weird calls that almost had a human speech element to them, if you didn't know better you'd think a baby was in cat carrier.
Once I got them home, I opened the creates and let them come out on their own. When they did come out and come over to me, I picked them up and walked them over to the food bowls and then to the litter box and then let them go again. They seemed to have remembered where those things are so far. After they were set free, Figaro roamed the house and settled in under my bed, and Dorabella made a b-line for the computer room (right next to the utility room, where the litter box is). She wedged herself into a corner behind the server and stayed there for a few hours. Eventualy I coaxed her out and gave her some brushing, after which she left that room and went back into hiding in the utility room. I had to make 3 passes through the house before I found her (she's a good hider). Figaro came out later and roamed the whole house again. Later that night, I sat down to watch some TV and noticed some bulges in the curtains. They seems to like the view of back yard at night. I pulled Dorabella out of her hiding place and sat down on the couch and started to calm her down then pet her. She emits these high pitched, whiny meows when I think she feels vulnerable (to predation by...something). Figaro came out on his own and jumped up on the couch making it rather hard to pay attention to the TV, but I'd rather have some quality time with the cats anyway. Even later, when I was brushing my teeth, Figaro come out of the shower and when I went to check to make sure he didn't leave a present in there, Dorabella was there, looking up at me. I guess they were just cooling down on the tub surface.
This morning Dorabella woke me up with a hairball at 5:30am. Once I found her in the bathroom, she started the meow-track for about 10 mintues. She has a keen ability to detect when you're just about asleep and meows again. Once I woke up for real today, I found my closet door open and dorabella on a moderately high shelf, cramped into a corner. Figaro was sunning himself on my window ledge.
Overall, it's gone a lot better than I expected. Photos are now up on flickr.com
