The Cake Report

If you stare at this image hard enough,
(and use your Bast-given imagination),
you’ll be able to just make out Cake,
napping in the deep recesses of my closet.
OK, maybe this is just the view from my
X-Wing when I jump to lightspeed.
Could go either way.

The online notes about Cake allowed that he needed to be an only cat and dog housemates were straight outta the question. Happily, humans were not on the Forbidden Roomies list. Phew, I wasn't keen on moving.

What did Cake get up to yesterday?

Jen managed to coax our boy out of his hidey-hole yesterday afternoon. He was absolutely fascinated by all the windows, the views (LOOK, birdies!), the kitchen counters and the top of my dresser. Then he discovered the cave-like, quiet darkness of the deep end of my closet (which can only be reached, by us human types, on hands and knees. Yeah, I can't manage that yet. If I sat down on the floor the rescue squad would have to be called to get me up). Our not-so-mini panther zipped right into his new found safety spot and remained there until sometime during the night when he emerged for a snack and a slash in his new litter box.

Slowly, very slowly, with Ten and Jen’s help, he’s beginning to settle in.

I wish I was steady enough to get around without my walker. I would carry Cake around (so he’d feel all safe and protected) to check out all the fun spots in our wee cottage—best windows for birdwatching, coziest nap locales (I believe he’s finding those on his own though), the cabinet where his treat bag lives and so much more.

I gave Coco the grand tour when she was our new roomie (12 years ago—yes, I’m feeling wistful). Jen is doing it for Cake.