Little Izzy is adjusting. We are sharing a house with our daughter and son-in-law for a week or so... rather, they are sharing their house with us. It is great to spend time with them. Steph and Dan's cats, Jake and Torrie, are sharing their house with Izzy. We alternate which cats get the run of the living room, keeping Izzy in our room, or Jake and Torrie in the master bedroom. Izzy is not sure of the turf here, and she knows other cats are around... when she does come out of the bedroom, it is in "slinking" position, following the wall closely, her instincts protecting her from being "flanked."
Since she spends more time in the bedroom, she gets plenty of rest during the day. Guess what that means? Yep - night time is party time!!
Izzy is used to having a "private bathroom"... her litter box is in a separate cabinet in both the boat and the 5th wheel. Not here. The litter box is in our bedroom. It is way too quiet in that room in the middle of the night - time to liven this place up. Way beyond "scratching" in the litter box, Izzy was playing "Dance Machine" in the litter box... and the pellets of the Breeze System against that plastic poop box are not quiet!
I laid there, trying not to laugh. Joan sat up and tried to give Izzy "stink eye" in the darkness. Neither of those were successful. Yeah, she became my cat again.
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