Luna finds her feet (and our curtains)
Three weeks in, the bottle is gone, the litter tray is mostly understood, and the curtains are now considered a personal climbing wall.
Three weeks in. The bottle is gone. The litter tray is mostly understood. And the curtains are now considered a personal climbing wall.
She has discovered that running full-tilt across the wood floor produces a satisfying skidding sound at the corner. She tests this approximately forty times per evening.
Where she is now
Eating well. Sleeping in a small ridiculous heap under the radiator. Slowly learning that Shadow is not, in fact, a toy — but doing so on her own schedule.
What’s next
Spay surgery is booked for next quarter. After that, more growing up, more chasing of dust motes, more pretending Shadow’s tail is a personal toy. The curtains are bracing themselves.