One of the most entertaining parts of the last few days has been watching the cats get acclimated to the new house.
Expanding their kingdom, one step at a time.
We locked them in the master bathroom for the first night (when we were staying in the hotel). The next day, we let them into the master bedroom, deciding to give them some time to settle before letting them into the rest of the house.
But our cats don't like a slow, measured approach.
By the second night, they were frantically darting at the doorway to the hall every time Bill or I passed through it. (And trying to unpack the bedroom meant we opened the doors about eleventy million times that day.) Freedom was so close they could taste it! To up the ante, Emmie began finding small things (a paperclip, a pen, the x-acto knife) and slapping them with her paw so that they flew under the door and into the hallway.
It was like pinball. But with sharp objects.
The next morning, I opened the door a crack to see what would happen. Would they slowly peer around the corner to assess the potential danger? Would they meander through the halls, frequently returning to their "safe place?"
No. No they did not.
They both shot through the doorway and began poking into every room on the second floor. Within five minutes they were chasing each other up and down the stairs. Within 20 minutes I could hear them pouncing on something (please let it be an errant hair clip and not a mouse) in the basement.
The kingdom was theirs, and it was glorious.
Since then, they have made themselves quite at home. Most notably they enjoy photo-bombing every picture I try to take of the house. So thoughtful!
Need to assemble some furniture. A cat can help!
No set of tools is complete without a helper cat or two. Just point them in the direction where they can be the most bother and watch them go to work.
Plus they are moody. And decorative.
I may begin a series of photos called "cats in fireplaces." High art, I tell you.
Are they going to cuddle, or scratch your eyes out? It's hard to say.
Aside from their delight in exploring, they are also happy to come sit on my tummy for a snuggle. (But always listening for the front door to open.)