Katie left this evening, headed back to school. This time with her best bud, sleeping companion and confidante . . . Moak in tow. Of course the TBFBC was not pleased to see a cage, especially given his recent escapades requiring one, but our afternoon shopping expedition scored a BIG comfy cage for the ride. So while he rode shotgun, the back was packed with a new litter pan, liners, litter, cat food; wet and dry, treats, new bowls, scoop, a catnip toy and miniature dust pan and broom. Talk about baggage!!!
An hour and a half later I get my obligatory, "I'm here, mom", phone call. This time with a blow by blow description of Moak's wanderings around his new digs. He seems to prefer the underside of her futon for the time being. It will take him awhile but he will adjust. Remember she has a lot of my loft furniture that was his lounging area for a long time. Should smell delightfully like home. I'll give him less than 48 hours before he is King of Kollege. On the other hand, Frank is not so happy. Moak was also his bud. He is sad. But Ninja will help. She is a terror and a hand full. So far we have found her half way up the faux tree in the dining room, doing a balancing act on the towel rack on the shower door, and tap dancing after a scrunched up piece of scrap paper. Another new chapter.
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Moke is now out from under the couch and hanging out with his new best bud Beka! Oh, and me of course =)
And he's purring.
I think he's going to like it here. =)
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