“Is it time to go yet?” The cats said to their people in unison; they were done with this whole moving thing already.
“First you pack up all the stuff and clean the whole place, you let all these strangers in and now this?!” They complained looking around the room that has been designated the ‘Cat Room’ for moving day. This area has everything they need but when will it be time to be let out already?
Sir Charles, the male of the pair, sulks into the closet for some privacy. He throws himself down with a plop and begins to tear out the fur on his hind quarters. There is a hotspot on his hips where as a younger barn cat he got into a tussle with a raccoon and ended up with two broken legs. Somewhat crippled he tries to compensate or hide his pain from the others.
Princess Boo Kitty is the most well adjusted. As a ragdoll Siamese cat she tends to have a more relaxed attitude in general. I wouldn’t say she is particularly thrilled but she hasn’t lost any sleep over the matter. Her eyes blink slowly and calmly as she lays out on the ground before her humans.
“You better not forget us!” The cat says rolling onto her back like a kitten.
Then every time I leave the room they get into position. Charles in the corner of the closet were he can get some secure shut eye and Boo in her crate.