Momcat's feeling over-crowded lately. She doesn't like all the whippersnappers tearing the place up and she's taken to hiding in a corner in the hallway, or under the bed. Occasionally she still sleeps on the bed with us at night and continues to ignore us as long as we're at least three feet away.
The good news is we found a new home for her. The bad news is ... well, we have to move her. Which is a huge logistical endeavor. Meaning we have to set a trap for her, then we have to take her to the vet (she needs to get shaved, she'd got mats) then she needs to get put in a car and taken to New York. None of which she's going to like. I have this hope, I guess, that if I delay that long enough and blame it on how difficult it will be to coordinate that we'll have that magical breakthrough where I scratch her head and she realizes what she's been missing all these years and we live happily ever after. But in reality, she's going to be a lot happier with bethofalltrades and I need to get her up there.
But I'll miss that grrl. Despite her grumpy looks, she's not mean.