The little calico (or is it tortoise-shell) cats I've adopted are still adjusting. The first day they hid in the laundry room and I had to peer behind the dryer to catch a glimpse of them, they are so shy.
Friday night, I spied Lily up on the window sill in the laundry room and they had finally eaten something and used the litter box...
Last night, I found Lily up in the window, sitting on the frame of the bottom half of the window. And Grace, who Doreen claims is the quieter follower of the two, had ventured as far as the sauna and was sitting up on the top bench.
In the wee hours of this morning, a little form came flying down the hall, landed briefly on my bed and leaped off again, disappearing in a scratchy little blur back down the hall past Misty. Misty appeared to be returning to bed after getting a drink. The little blur and Misty nearly collided in the dark. Misty seemed a bit surprised by it all but didn't let it bother her much, settling back in her matter-of-fact way into her place beside me in my bed!
I'm still wondering when Lily and Grace will settle in and wander about with more confidence. They allow me to pet them, and I get little whispers of purring from them, but they are staying mostly out of sight!
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