s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

I know everyone is on the edges of their seats, so I’ll let you know the cats have settled in just fine. Rasputin is once again head dancing and presenting his belly for fluffing, as I knew he would be. Slow Top acts like — well, he acts like someone who’s been stuck hanging out with a couple of people who, much as he may be fond of them, don’t really speak his language, and now that he’s back with someone who does, he’s got a month of socialization to catch up on. Azami is still a little slower than the other two at really declaring the place hers, but she’s working on it. She’s settled enough to start getting bored, though, and y’all recall what *that’s* like. No mice here for her to hunt.

Slow’s vet appointment went fine, although she did hear his heart murmur once or twice, which I thought the drugs were supposed to be correcting. : One of his meds was available; the other they hopefully put in the mail to me yesterday. Slow, predictably, was miserable at finding himself at the vet just when he thought things were starting to look up (he’d only had 24 hours to get used to the new place), but forgave me quickly once I got him back to the apartment.

For me, it’s been getting used to the new noises at night, figuring out what each probably is, and whether or not I need to get up and stop whatever they’re doing to make it. And it’s probably good to practice sharing the bed again.

—27 days to Snog Week.