Catnapped!
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tamaranthSam and Shiva are esconced in their new home, Chez ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
residentevil666. (There has been some Bad Language.)
We went to pick them up on Saturday afternoon. I'd asked R to keep them indoors, and starved, but when I rang to say we were en route, she told me that Shiva'd gone missing -- hadn't been seen all day.
Leavingladymoonray to herd children, I went out into the garden and called My Cat. And My Cat turned up within five minutes. Bwa ha ha ha ha.
"I did call her," said R, looking quite put out.
"Aha, but you are an Evil Incomer and she doesn't like you," I just about didn't say.
Fond farewells, in varying degrees, were made to the cats. (Tim not at all bothered, Zoe slightly wistful, R visibly sad.) Disinterested farewells were made to me. (But I had furry Consolation Prizes, so did not care.) And we were off.
One nauseating hour later we reached sanctuary. (I was in the back with the cats, being berated at top volume: you'd have thought they'd have lost their voices by about Wivelsfield, but no. And I do find it distressing when cats are so very afraid that their mouths open jaw-poppingly wide, and stay open).
Sam and Shiva adjusted surprisingly quickly. They did spend Saturday evening curled up on the bed with me, and Saturday night hiding under K's bed (so I spent a while, Sunday morning, wondering if they'd decided to head back to Burgess Hill). They've both ventured downstairs, to ignore their food and scoff the residents' dinner. Sam has reportedly discovered the cat-flap, though not used it. They know where the upstairs litter tray is, and have used it. (Bless!) Sam is being ever so bold and has sat at the top of the stairs, swearing at Pippin and / or Minnie at the bottom. And they are both very Brave aboutswisstone.
Poorresidentevil666. No longer lord of all he surveys.
residentevil666. (There has been some Bad Language.) We went to pick them up on Saturday afternoon. I'd asked R to keep them indoors, and starved, but when I rang to say we were en route, she told me that Shiva'd gone missing -- hadn't been seen all day.
Leaving
ladymoonray to herd children, I went out into the garden and called My Cat. And My Cat turned up within five minutes. Bwa ha ha ha ha. "I did call her," said R, looking quite put out.
"Aha, but you are an Evil Incomer and she doesn't like you," I just about didn't say.
Fond farewells, in varying degrees, were made to the cats. (Tim not at all bothered, Zoe slightly wistful, R visibly sad.) Disinterested farewells were made to me. (But I had furry Consolation Prizes, so did not care.) And we were off.
One nauseating hour later we reached sanctuary. (I was in the back with the cats, being berated at top volume: you'd have thought they'd have lost their voices by about Wivelsfield, but no. And I do find it distressing when cats are so very afraid that their mouths open jaw-poppingly wide, and stay open).
Sam and Shiva adjusted surprisingly quickly. They did spend Saturday evening curled up on the bed with me, and Saturday night hiding under K's bed (so I spent a while, Sunday morning, wondering if they'd decided to head back to Burgess Hill). They've both ventured downstairs, to ignore their food and scoff the residents' dinner. Sam has reportedly discovered the cat-flap, though not used it. They know where the upstairs litter tray is, and have used it. (Bless!) Sam is being ever so bold and has sat at the top of the stairs, swearing at Pippin and / or Minnie at the bottom. And they are both very Brave about
swisstone.Poor
residentevil666. No longer lord of all he surveys.
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Date: Wednesday, August 30th, 2006 07:32 am (UTC)