So this is what our Wyatt is up to today. It’s a far cry from the skulking, hiding, and running under the bed he’s been doing for three days while we were moving. His running mate, Miss Mimi, on the other hand, has been out front checking the new house out and enjoying the new cat tree in Jack’s office.
“The President”, as we affectionately call Wyatt, has had a time of it. He is not a fan of riding in a car. So I allowed he and his sister to ride together in a large carrier. Getting them into the carrier was a show only a cat owner can appreciate. I would have made a YouTube video if I could have. We just wanted to get them in the carrier and lock it. There was much strong pushing of legs and arms, scratching of their dad, and just downright horror. I am still not quite sure who was stressed the most; cats or us. The entire drive to Cape Coral from Bonita took almost an hour. Middle of the day traffic. I expected meows and more meows. People. I am here to tell you there was not even one tiny cry. Nada. That more than anything else told me that they were completely traumatized.
Upon arrival at the new house we quickly opened the crates so they could come out. Right. No one would move. Even after a couple of hours no one was coming out. I had to tilt the crates upside down and unhinge them from the thing.
Now the kitties are roaming around and familiarizing themselves with all the new smells and stuff. They are going to love this house. We sure do.
I’ve been very busy getting the front part of the house livable. Now I can concentrate on my office. Working on a giveaway for later today or tomorrow. And trying to catch up on some reading…