Big House, Little Cat

My Dear Princess and Dear Fat Pete,

I'm a little bit concerned about Jasper. He has not taken this move well. To put things in context, he was fine after about an hour of being delivered to Aurora Terrace in 2017. But he's been here for three days now, and is still being a big Nervous Nellie.

I don't know if "concerned" is the right word. I know he will bounce back, it's just that I hate seeing him like this. And it makes me realise how much I rely on my little friend for my OWN calm and equilibrium. When he's stressed, I feel stressed.

Every little noise seems to freak him out at present. And I do mean LITTLE noises. Because it is so bloody quiet here. So if SOMETHING creaks. Or a dog woofs far in the distance, you hear it. And Jasper HATES it. It is so weird. This is a cat who put up with regular car and foot traffic right outside our old place. 

But today, we sensed signs of improvement. He's not there yet, but he seems to have rediscovered his meow, which had abandoned him.

Punky, on the other hand, is LOVING the new place. He is still very enthusiastic about it, running from room to room with his tail all a-quiver.

It is a strange bit of role reversal, but I'm very happy that Punky is happy.

And now I'm off to spend time with Jasper. He needs to be happy too. And then I will be happy.

S.