November 13, 2012 by CassieCravings
Here is the conclusion of how a grumpy 10 year-old cat was removed unwillingly from the old house.
If you missed the first part of this adventure, check it out here.
Since our first crack at getting Winston in the pet carrier failed so miserably, we tried another approach: We left the 2 year-old with his uncle.
My husband dismantled the pet carrier, so that the top could be slapped onto the bottom. I felt as if we were throwing a sprawling, flailing lobster into a boiling pot. Winston four legs stiffened. His claws came out, and he growled as we tried to maneuver him into the carrier.
My job was to slap the top on. This is easier said than done.
Finally, he was in the carrier. The top was on. We all dove to snap the two sides together. Winston protested greatly, but we appeased him with cat treats and soothing promises of a new house with big windows and birds to watch.
At the new house, the cat carrier was placed in the center of the master bedroom. The last time we moved, Winston spent the first few days in under our bed. So, we thought it would be easiest to put him closest to his favorite hiding spot.
Quietly, I opened the door. Black ears poked out. He stretched as he lazily stepped out of the carrier. He looked about and hastily went to explore the next room.
Winston the Grumpy took time to go through each room. He was afraid or timid. He simply went from room to room. He found his food and water. He found his kitty box. He found his favorite snuggly blanket and arranged it to his liking.
The grumpy kitty has already declared himself lord of the manor. The world is just as it should be.