I moved today. Into temporary digs until I find the perfect apartment (no small feat in my area).
Anyway, the cats are just coming out from under the bed after hours. The younger of the two actually ventured out several times and then returned to cower with her buddy. The older stayed under there for hours. Finally she is coming out, grabbing a nosh, visiting the box and even allowing me to scratch her neck -- until she hears an unusual sound -- and then she scoots back under the bed.
Poor kittens.
I am watching an old Sherlock Holmes movie and feeling like everything's strange too. But I won't fit under the bed.
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