I woke at 5 a.m. to a cat scratching at a closed door, and decided I’d better get up for cat duty, so Margy could get some sleep. I was glad they were finally exploring the house. It was so upsetting yesterday to see how traumatic the move was for Billie and Sassy. We had started them off by sequestering them in the basement bathroom where their litter boxes will remain. Sassy went into the cabinet and hid there, and Billie huddled behind the toilet. Margy and I took turns being with them and letting them be alone.
After an hour or so, we opened the door so they could come out at will. Sassy relaxed soon enough and started exploring the house, but kept hissing at Billie. Billie stayed behind the toilet for hours, until I finally took her by the scruff of her neck like a kitten and carried her upstairs, and helped her to hide under the covers of the bed. At least that would be warm and familiar to her–she loves curling up under the covers–and it seemed to work. She stayed there for several hours, and when I got under the covers, she cuddled with me for a long while and then finally jumped out. So exploring the house is a good thing. And hey, 5 a.m. is only an hour before I usually get up. But I decided to forego my sunrise walk today and follow them around to make sure they didn’t get into too much mischief.
But they hate those pesky doors that they can’t open. At our old house, the closet doors slid open and the bottom of the door wasn’t attached, so they had complete access to the closets. They also knew how to open cupboard doors. Here, the closets pull out and fold–that is frustrating to kitties.