The End of Minnie's Cat-astrophe

Yesterday was a victorious one for a certain feline member of our family.  It was the day we rescued Minnie the cat and brought her to our new home.

Lately, Minnie has been peeing on the stairs at my in-laws' place again.  The only reason we can figure is that she sees us packing, plus we've been away for days at a time, so she was protesting.  Maybe she was worried that we would leave her there to be stuck with that mean old cat, locked in the basement together forever.  Due to this, we decided not to wait until moving day and get her over here as soon as possible.

Bruce said Minnie was in great spirits the entire car ride out.  He swears she smiled at him when he picked her up and told her she was leaving his parents' house "for good."  When they got to the house, Bruce immediately put her litter box in the upstairs 2nd bathroom.  She sniffed it and then wanted to explore all over.  We were concerned that she might 'go' on the floor here, but so far she's used her litter box every time.

The Minnie we know and love is back!  She slept next to me last night.  She wanders around the house curiously.  She watches out the patio window for birds.  She's highly tolerant of Emmie's grabby, shrieky attention.  When Emmie pulls her too hard, she gets a look on her face like, "Hey, it's no big deal, really."  She talks in her meow-y way and rubs up against our legs.  She dozes at the top of the stairs, in a kitchen chair, or a conveniently placed open box.  She seems at peace.  She seems like she knows she's home.

Bruce's mom called today to see how we're all doing.  "How did Minnie take the move?" She asked.

Bruce didn't have the heart to tell her that the cat was thrilled.  "She's been very good so far," he worded carefully.  "She hasn't had any accidents."

Minnie didn't adjust to living at my in-laws' as well as we'd hoped.  Now that she's out, she can go back to being herself.  We know exactly how she feels.