At the very real risk of jinxing things, I'm pleased to report that Blackie the Cat is settling into his new digs (which primarily, is the far left sofa cushion) without any signs of distress or anxiety.
Things we have not had:
A single accident.
A single episode of furniture scratching.
A single escape attempt.
Any problems wearing a collar and tag.
A single moment of howling or yowling or whatever it is cats are sometimes known to do.
Things we *have* had:
An extremely simple transition to the litter box, which tells me he was clearly housebroken, and someone's pet, in a previous life.
An extremely simple transition from nervous, skittish inside cat, to one who now hangs out on the sofa, napping, and sleeps on my bed for part of each night.
A few minor come-to-Jesus meetings with Barley.
Some 3am play time ... which is going to come to a quick stop, I'm telling you.
A bit of winsome gazing out the window, which tells me we are not in the clear yet.
For me, the biggest shock came this morning as I was walking through the living room and the damn cat ambushed me, jumping into my side, bouncing off again, and almost scared me to death. Blaine says he *thinks* the cat was trying to play ..... I say I must look like a very big mouse and he was on the attack. Either way, he about gave me a freaking heart attack. Is that NORMAL cat behavior????
"Hey, yo, peeps, thanks for all the well-wishes in my new home .... and thanks for having my back regarding the de-clawing. I'm on my best behavior for now and am happy they're not dragging me to the vet to have it done. Now, where the heck were you when someone stole my manhood in the earlier years?!?!?"