After moving in, the sikh & whitey decided we should all stay together for the first few nights in one of the smaller bedrooms to help us calm down. We were all scared for the first day or two, regularly hiding under the bed’s comforter and hardly eating, drinking or moving around. Even Squirtcup, normally bouncing off the wall with energy, was terrified. She’d crawl out from under the covers, see the tree branches moving in the wind and would run right back under! Sometimes, she was so scared, she was shaking.

Well, much to everyone’s surprise, on the second or third day, I was the first kitty to venture out of the room and explore. I even managed to go down the first flight of stairs I’ve ever experienced within minutes.

In your face, Squirt & Nietzsche!

- Scout Louise