Although we are more or less back to normal, there is a slight flavour of a new normal. For one thing, the old woman still has not tried to pick me up. A good thing that.
For another, she made my puzzle board about six times harder to find kibbles on. Not so good.
Everything is a different height and there is a little person sitting on it staring at me.
Another good thing is that she made more room at the edge of the balcony for me to sit and peer under it at the people passing by. I’m OK with that now.
I’ve been here four and a half months and I think I’ve done pretty well getting accustomed to some of the strangest things a cat has got to put up with. I mean, who has ever heard of puzzle boards for the likes of us?
And do you know, the only time I get a swag of kibbles in a bowl is at bedtime?
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