The animals were shut in the spare room while the pods were being unloaded this morning. When they emerged, there were varying reactions: the cats ran the gamut from thrilled (stuff to climb on!) to somewhat baffled ("This smells familiar..."), while Julius acted like nothing had changed (his default setting). Fes, however, was not to be consoled. He ran from futon to bedroom furniture to the kitchen and back, and in one fell swoop he realized that he was meant to STAY here. In this flat. With strange noises and new smells and people who lived downstairs that he didn't know.
Fes has known no other home since our place in California since he was ten weeks old. Change is hard for him; even harder than it is for me, if you can imagine. Currently he's sprawled on the kitchen floor by a box of canning jars, alternately sighing and snapping at passing felines. I told him that I know how he feels, but I'm not sure he believes me just yet. For both of us, acclimation will come with time.
Posted by kath at September 13, 2008 05:04 PM