All this moving stuff is weighing down the pace of my blog, isn’t it? How about a lighter piece on the subject?
And now, here’s what my cat has to say:
Three weeks before
Sniff. Sniff. What is this big cube? *Jumps on top of it. Smaller box up there wobbles and topples onto the floor. Scrambles beneath the couch.*
Here’s another cube. It doesn’t smell right. *Lifts tail and sprays the corner.* Sniff. Much better now.
*Spots a stack of newspaper in the corner of the dining room.* Sniff. Sniff. *Squats on it to take care of business.* That was so much closer than that smelly box out in the garage.
Two weeks before
*Wanders through empty living room.* Where is my couch? I hide under there when scary people come to the door. What am I supposed to do now?
Personal feeder peeks under the bed. “Here, kitty. You can come out now.”
*Turns head away.* Not until you bring my hiding place back.*Closes eyes.* I’m not even going to look at you.
Two days before
*Stalks through mostly empty rooms.* Where is that couch I like to sit on so I can stare out the window? What have they done with my blanket? It belongs on this chair?
If they don’t stop taking my things, I’m going to go to the bathroom in every corner of this place. *Sniffs corner by the sliding glass doors.* This is as good a place to start as any. *Squats. Scrambles into the garage when personal caregiver lumbers down the stairs.*
“Cat! Why didn’t you use the box?”
*Grins and licks a paw.*
*Crouches in corner of the closet.*
“Here kitty, kitty.”
Do they think I’m stupid? I saw them bring the box/cage thing in from the garage. They’re carrying everything else out of here and now they think I’m going to go too.
*Stares wide-eyed at the human.*
“It’s okay, baby. We’re going to a new place.”
What’s wrong with this place? I like it here. This is the only place I’ve ever lived. How about you let me stay here?
*Tries to dodge between human’s legs. Door shuts.* Trapped!
*Squirms, but is forced into the box/cage thing. Growls at the mesh side of the portable cage.*
*Yowls for the entire fifteen minutes it takes to drive to the new place. Throws weight against the side of the box when human lifts it off the seat.*
Sniff. Sniff. New smells. I don’t like new smells. I don’t like this new place.
Side of the carrier is opened. In front of him he spies the big bed where he lets the humans sleep with him.
*Dashes under the bed.* Sniff. Sniff. This carpet smells funny. *Huddles against the wall. Refuses to come out for hours.*
“Here’s your box.” The human scratches him under the chin while kneeling beside him on the floor. Those big white machines behind her look familiar.
“Lots of food. And look a new water dish.”
Sniff. Sniff. *Turns up his nose and prances away, tail waving like a flag.*
Later that night
*Digs at blanket under human’s chin.* The hand lifts the blanket up. Sniff. Sniff. *Burrows in, circles three times before curling up against the human’s legs.*
Purr. Purr. I guess this new place isn’t so bad after all. My bed is here and my human slave is still obeying me.
Do you have a cat you’ve relocated before? What sort of surprises did that bring you?