retro-post 1: at Phoebe and Thorsten's

(or is it Phoebe's and Thorsten's?)

After the truck got loaded with most of my worldly goods, I loaded the cats in their new soft, airline approved carriers into my car, along with various cat accoutrements and luggage for me. We then proceeded to impose ourselves on the wonderful hospitality of my friends, Phoebe and Thorsten.

When I was in Africa this summer for a couple weeks, Phoebe and Thorsten took in "the girls." They really enjoyed having Shindy cat around, but timid, P.T.S.D. Delilah just hid the entire 2+ weeks I was away. But I thought it would be great for the cats to be in a familiar setting for phase 2 of the transition (phase 1: packing). As before, I brought the girls inside, but left them in their carriers as I set up the litter box. Then, as is advised, I let them out in a single room (with the litterbox) so they wouldn't be overwhelmed with the change. I then tried to ease myself out the door to get them some water, and ...

Delilah bolted. I wasn't worried, b/c she'd been in the house before. It was only later that I discovered the door to the basement was open. Perhaps my first clue was when Shindy cat reappeared after some time with a wig of cobwebs.

Well, the only times I saw Delilah after that were in middle-of-the-night visits. Shindy cat was fine, although a little more mommy-clingy than usual. As Mike would put it, she did a lot of "pet me / don't touch me" with Phoebe and Thorsten.