Settled Cats

One thing that has been a surprise this year is how well the cats have settled in to the new house. It’s taken a bit of time to complete the process, but really they were OK with it from Week One.

The Bengal’s been hardest work – she really is surprisingly anti-change, and it takes her a while to get used to things. Bringing Cleo into the mix kind of helped, bizarrely, but also provided more change than she was happy with for a few days. Looking back, I can understand why she’s a bit twitchy, having had four houses in two years, but at least this one is a much longer-term proposition, and she’s settling with realising there’s not going to be any changes for a while.

Even better, we’ve not had any of her legendary protest actions, such as the fabled shit-in-the-bed. That’s definitely a very good thing indeed.

FatCat, the British Shorthair, has been the easiest to settle. She’s really just happy to be wherever I am. She can be a bit demanding when she wants a fuss, but for the most part she’s just quite a contented cat. So long as she gets her affection when she wants it, that’s fine.

And Cleo, well, she’s never known any different. She’s settled in, doing fine after her surgery, and generally back to normal.