State of the M family cats: still stuck indoors while Cocoa gets used to the joint, and A gets over her phobia of anything horrid happening to either of them in future.
I feel for them as they're busting to explore the great outdoors, but they'll be housebound for another week or two. I'm still moderately weepy over Timothy (I found the last pictures of him on my camera two days ago and sobbed, but I don't see his wee furry body in my mind's eye every time I look at Tab any more). As wrong as it seems to coup them up because I'm feeling fragile, I think we really need to ensure that Cocoa knows where home is. There's been the occasional supervised excursion, but I find it pretty stressful. Particularly when Cocoa makes a bolt towards a main road.
Tabitha is a delight, completely adorable. Can't say more than that. Cokes is settling in, I think. His coat is improving, he's tolerating gentle brushing and is a pretty smoochy boy. They're starting to play together, savaging stuffed mice and scragging bits of string.
I discovered that the Purple Palace is also playing host to another form of wildlife, earlier this week. There were ANTS on the kitchen wall. ANTS. I went on a RAMPAGE of ant destruction. Don't get me wrong, I felt bad about snuffing out life, but I cannot handle having ants in our small, dysfunctional, aeons-old kitchen. I can handle it's 1940s styling and space most of the time, but I cannot abide being infested by insects. That's my bottom line. I suspect I may have won the battle this week; it's yet to be seen whether I've won the war. Wish me luck.
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