Ch-ch-ch-ch

For the first time in seven years, I am not living with a cat.

At midday, lizzie_and_ari came over with a cat carrier and we carried her, her bowls, her food and her litter over to their flat (a five minute walk up the road). And then we sat in their study, let her out, and petter her while she investigated her new home.

She seems to be settling in fine - she was happily eating food, climbing on the desk, and winding herself around Lizzie's ankles. She even had a brief encounter with their existing cat (Cedric) which consisted of nose-sniffing and a single miaow, rather than the hissing I'd feared.

I'm hopeful that she'll be happy there, and have the kind of company and attention that I'm just not about enough to give her.

I'm not going to miss her waking me up at 7am to demand the breakfast she never gets before 8am. I'm not going to miss her constant demands for food at every other part of the day that's more than five minutes after her last meal. And I'm not going to miss finding her cat hairs in anything put down for more than ten seconds (including my dinner).

But I will miss her.