The cats seem to have taken the move pretty well. Rowdy has been into every cupboard in the house. (I have to buy some baby locks). The boys are hanging out, as usual.
The dogs are doing OK, too. They aren't eating as much, as they used to but, I'm watching to be sure that they aren't losing weight. When I get home from work, I've been going out and throwing the tennis ball, for them. They have also made friends with the neighbor dog. He and Ike pee through the fence, at each other.
"Ike's" sofa belonged to Bill but, Ike seems to like mine, just as well. Pearlie has her crate and blankie and she's happy. Rowdy and Pearl have their usual evening romp. So far, they haven't wrecked anything.
My queen-sized bed is being delivered today. Now, it won't be so crowded, when I go to bed. Three cats and a hundred-and-plenty-pound woman, in a twin bed, make for some uncomfortable sleeping arrangements.
Downscaling, from a three-bedroom house, to a two-bedroom apartment, has necessitated some changes. A baby gate, across the hall door, keeps the dogs out of the litter boxes and I have to put the cats' bowl on top of the refrigerator. Payday, I'm going to buy another gate, for the kitchen door.
I think the move has been more traumatic, for me, than for the critters.
The dogs are doing OK, too. They aren't eating as much, as they used to but, I'm watching to be sure that they aren't losing weight. When I get home from work, I've been going out and throwing the tennis ball, for them. They have also made friends with the neighbor dog. He and Ike pee through the fence, at each other.
"Ike's" sofa belonged to Bill but, Ike seems to like mine, just as well. Pearlie has her crate and blankie and she's happy. Rowdy and Pearl have their usual evening romp. So far, they haven't wrecked anything.
My queen-sized bed is being delivered today. Now, it won't be so crowded, when I go to bed. Three cats and a hundred-and-plenty-pound woman, in a twin bed, make for some uncomfortable sleeping arrangements.
Downscaling, from a three-bedroom house, to a two-bedroom apartment, has necessitated some changes. A baby gate, across the hall door, keeps the dogs out of the litter boxes and I have to put the cats' bowl on top of the refrigerator. Payday, I'm going to buy another gate, for the kitchen door.
I think the move has been more traumatic, for me, than for the critters.
