Dorothy, on the other hand, does not like the change to the lay-out of her apartment. In fact, this is what she thinks of all the boxes:
Dorothy thinking, hello? 1-800-BULLDOGGE RESCUE? Please help.
And by the way, where's my comfy doormat?
She does not know where all her toys are, and she is pretty sure some of her beds are missing (and she's right! Some beds didn't make the cut....)
The only thing that has bothered the cats so far is when I came home on Friday and pointedly did not feed them their dinner. Here they are up on their food station thinking I am a total idiot:
I figured it would be best to feed them once we arrived at the new house, to try to avoid car sickness and other unpleasantries.
But what will happen at the new house? Will the cats find the adventure as thrilling? Will Dorothy still be a little suspicious about the whole affair? Stay tuned!