I have one cat one my lap and another one sitting on the bed. This is quite remarkable, especially for the cats. The lack the power to actually remark, but that doesn’t make it any less remarkable. Because this morning they were in Christchurch. Then they were put in cages and taken to what I presume must have been a dark and very noisy place. Then they were taken out and transported to a Different House. It’s clearly a house, and not all that different from the one they were in, but it’s Different.
Hatstand has treated the Different as something that must be investigated, and has spent the day trotting around the house and garden rubbing her cheek against bits of it that ought to be hers.
Tui has taken a more cautious approach to the Different, and engaged with it mostly by hiding under the bed and accepting cat treats. After a few hours of this she felt safe enough to come out and investigate he advantages of hiding in the wardrobe instead. She prefers to hide in dark places, and it as too bright under the bed. Now that night has fallen, she’s come out to look around, and been as far as halfway down the stairs.
Thanks Mum and Dad for getting them on the plane, and Lisa and Angelo for helping pick them up. And thanks to Darren for feeding and looking after them for the last few months.
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