Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Poor Dulce.
Dulce does not like moving.
Well, I think she liked the part where Nick picked her up and cuddled her, but as soon as she realized he was walking out the door, the world went flipflop for her.
Once in the car, she flattened herself on the backseat, wedging herself as far as possible between the seat cushion and the back cushion. Which really isn't possible at all but she somehow managed to get a surprising amount of her body in that crevice that doesn't actually exist, a testament to determination.
Once we arrived at our new place, she hid behind the only thing she could find to hide behind, a box of pancake mix that Lola left behind on a pantry shelf. Later she decided that burying her head under my overnight bag was more comforting.
Concerned that her bid to self-sufocate by sheer force of will would be sucessful, Nick tucked her under the covers where she stayed all night, plasted to his side.
As of this morning, she was still under there.

Dulce doesn't like all this.

Sadly, I know just what that feels like.


3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Awww, poor kitty!

Blogger PomHeart said...

poor kitten.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Dulce,
I hope that you feel better soon and that you come to love your new home. Those humans do the wackiest things, don't they? Also, have you considered that this is the perfect situation in which you can easily coax your humans into giving you extra treats? You might want to think about that. Milk it for a while and pretty soon your forget all about the move. Just don't tell your owners I told you because then they might mention it to my owners and well, then they will be on to my ploy because I speak from experience.
Puuuurrrrrrsss to you,
Kitty Lou
Big old kitty rubs,

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