What a difference a day makes.

Last night, caving:

Gracie had precious few moments alone.

Tig’s butt, Gracie’s nose… not a combination I recommend.

He’s not really this mellow. He closes his eyes every time the camera flashes.

If it looks like Tig and Gracie are nearly the same size, it’s not the camera angle any longer. They are nearly the same size. He’ll be seven months old in less than two weeks.

Those were from last night. Now, today’s pictures, including one taken mere minutes ago:

I’m so over that scaredy-cat thing

I told you, I’m not scared

Pardon me, I have some important sleeping to do

That was the one taken a few minutes ago. She’s about four feet behind me. I need to set up the office, but I also need to buy a lamp for it. Plus, I think I’m going to change my style of computer use. No more kitchen-table computing. I’m going to pick up a tray and keep the laptop downstairs near my chair. My friends Kim and Bob inspired me to do that. There was one point during my trip to NJ last month when the three of us were tooling around on our respective laptops. I was blogging, Kim was surfing, and Bob was booking a vacation for their anniversary. Didn’t stop the conversation, because we are nothing if not multitaskers.

There are now about a thousand hiding places for the cats. They don’t come out when I call them if they’re frightened. I’ll have to get rid of all these boxes. I don’t like not knowing where they’re hiding.

My TV is set up perfectly in the great room, with The Chair That Swallows You Whole now perfectly positioned. And the cable guys did something to the TV that makes it look a hell of a lot better than it did in my apartment. The hi-def really comes out now. And it’s calling my name. I’ve done enough for today. Time to go relax some more.

My first night in the new home, I would have gotten a lot more sleep if, say, I had no cats.

Tig and Gracie spent about ten or eleven hours huddled in the bathroom vanity, caving for protection. Tigger came out first, and was so incredibly overstimulated by all the new things that I locked him in my room after about an hour. He kept running around and coming back to me panting and out of breath, either from excitement or panic. Either way, I also had enough of his yowling and meowing and burbling. Meantime, Gracie settled down rather quickly, so much so that I had no idea I’d locked her out of the room. I found out at seven this morning, when she yowled to be let back in. Tig had already woken me up. Then there was the call from Cavalier Telephone at eight to tell me they were on my way to fix my phone. The one at my old address. The one that they fixed. In fact, I’ve had the new phone since Thursday. It seemed pointless to have them turn it back on for a few hours, so I just used my cell all day Thursday.

I left the wireless router over at the old apartment, but I picked it up last night when I went on my computer run. (There wasn’t enough room in my Jeep for two cats in carriers, their litterbox, my work laptop, a few bags of important things that I didn’t leave to the movers, and my 17-inch HP notebook on top of all that.) But I was so damned tired the system stayed down until, well, a few minutes ago. I thought I’d have to reprogram the router. Nope. Fred (my system) is up and running just fine. But I’ve been rather busy. Or tired.

I have a zillion unpacked boxes, yet. I have a very clean fridge and oven. I unpacked my clothes, and I think I’ll get to the kitchen cabinets tonight. Oh, let’s face it. The wireless is back. I’ll get to it tomorrow.

Gracie is grooming herself in the office a few feet away from me. Tig is behind me, looking for a playmate. I don’t remember where I left his toys. We’ll have to make new ones. He’s calmed down quite a bit. Gracie hid when Heidi and Sorena came over. Tig popped his head out—literally. He was sleeping underneath the bureau, which is he soon going to be too big for, and all we saw was his head. Sarah got to see both of the cats, because she came over during the afternoon, while they were caving. She brought chocolates. This house had no chocolate until Sarah arrived. I knew there was something missing.

Think I’ll go work on some pictures for you now. Back soon.