Posted by on Jan 20, 2016 | 4 comments

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Well, this kitty is certainly trying to adapt!  Water is not our favourite element…

Well, I didn’t get into Harvard so I’m not one of those anthros (Adaptation to Life, George E. Vaillant) who were studied over a period of time to see how they shaped up after changes in their lives outside university and so on, but they throw me around enough so that if I don’t adapt, I’m sunk.

We’re pretty settled in here and there are all sorts of things out the window to keep me occupied, but frankly, under the bed for two days was just fine with me.

Still, after those 48 hours here I am, shaking in my boots with apprehension:

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Ha, ha, that’s funny, no?

Plus mama went out to a fish market and came back with some shrimp, of which I partook with great aplomb, meaning I gobbled them up.

Here I am, traumatized from the jaunt and not knowing whether to lie down or prop up my paws:

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I actually managed to watch the third episode of Downton Abbey with the folks before conking out completely after my ordeal.  At least the bridegroom came around!  I was worried they would start off their marriage on the wrong paw.  Whew, that’s a relief.

Still, like Willy Nelson, I’m not too upset to be on the road again, if only I knew why we DO these things!!!

Don’t they get it that a kitty likes continuity? Not this incessant challenge to her mental and physical states of mind?

Here I am really worried again:

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But I have to face my commitments sooner or later:

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Me, facing commitments.

Me, happy not to:

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More on this fascinating city when I get my strength up.

And condolences to the family of little Ferguson.  Much love from us.

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