Shouldn’t have worried about Kevin coping with the move. What with all the shuttling of boxes and stuff, the removal of furniture including her favorite chair, and the general furor, I thought she might feel insecure and fear being abandoned.
In fact, she’s actually become more content. I suppose these days more closely resemble the construction zone atmosphere prevalent in the last 6 years (which she was quite at home with), than the rigid and sterile home-on-display-for-sale stasis of the past 6 months (which caused much confused querulous meowing: “What, no power tools? Too quiet around here.”).
And heaven-above, during moving time, are there BOXES! Boxes everywhere, boxes galore, boxes of all sizes to try out, new ones added daily! Box pictured, offering ample stretching capacity, great views of food and water dishes, and overlooking possible fridge door openings, has clearly been “favorited”, so no chance of actually using it for packing.
We’ll probably carry her from the house in it.