Our Porter kitty spent the last few days at Miss M's in his kennel. Evidence pointed to a territorial outburst between Pan and Himself. There was fair warning of this when it was discovered he was searching out Pan to pick fights, then he was found bullying her in Miss M's closet. When he was discovered pseudo-spraying the sewing room, Miss M's inner sanctum, he had to be kennel-ized. For the last 4 days or so while we were with her, Porter was allowed 2 "walks" in the "yard"(a.k.a. the mudroom) where he was fed & watered and used the box. In general he handled it well, I think he understood he had done wrong.
Now we are a week into the townhouse. While certain of the arrangements were rather disappointing---we felt a little taken advantage of---that aside, we are making ourselves comfortable and think we will enjoy it here. Porter has spent the first week tormenting my loving husband, sending him into fits of frustration, clawing his way into the access panels of the master bath tub. My mate was all a tizzy with day dreams of deceased kitty, bio-hazards, and death-rot par fume. Finally, The Man simply liquid-nailed the panels shut, and Porter looked bored yesterday having his fun cut short.
The kitchen is unpacked, the laundry is cycling, we're slowly getting it up and running. About moving: it's expensive to set up household over and over, the workload tends to triple. In addition, to all the regular cooking, errands, tidying, there's unpacking to do in every spare moment. And Halloween is coming, I've got to get costumes together for the offspring, get some activities planned with friends, begin planning for pumpkins! My it's a beautiful life!
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