I still have my own base of operations -- food dishes and litter box -- in the bedroom, but I'm getting to know the rest of the house. I've explored all the rooms and a fascinating place they call The Indoor Cat Wilderness. (They also call it a basement.)
Jimmy, Lily, and Smoky follow me around, but they don't hiss me too much. I think my friendly little "Hmmm?" is winning them over. Plus, they love the food I brought. (To be fair, I've tried their food, too.) The peeps like talking to me, and Mom has discovered that I love having my fur brushed. I'm stylin' and shiny.
My new addiction is sleeping on the beds. Whoever invented the comforter was onto a million-dollar idea. And I've perfected the art of gently nudging someone's hand while she (or he) is still just a little bit awake to get a scratch on the head. Or shoulder. Or back. Or chest. Or all of the above.
My word for the day: aaaahhhhhhh.