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(It is a great book! Even/despite the ... ya know ... bear sex. But it is so fun to have other people read it without telling them about it)
The wedding party and family had started drinking around when the food was put out, so when we got there, one bridesmaid was passed out on the garage floor, while another was screaming about her dress being so short her tampon string was showing. (It was).
I was wearing fancy shorts and a nice top and was dressed more formally than all of the wedding party, except the bride. One groomsman wore foot long hunting knife strapped to his thigh.
I tried to put some of the food that hadn't spoiled yet in the fridge to keep it cool, but a pig's head was sitting on the top shelf in the refrigerator. So I put the food down and went home.
For the first night in a new place, he needs to explore. Of course, he can't explore a new place without me walking exactly one step behind him. If I try to ignore him, he wanders around yowling and crying. So I spend at least one sleepless night stumbling behind the cat in the dark, until he finishes his survey. Then he's quiet and happy at night :)
Your kitty will be fine! It's just an adjustment period.
Beebs started off in a home with a lot of cats, and he DID NOT get along with them, which I why I adopted him. He hid all the time. After a few years of living alone with me, he came out of his shell a bit. He is still shy and basically a grumpy old man, but that's just who he is.
When I moved in with someone with another cat, he was pretty shy, but kinda got over it. The other cat is younger (but still grown) and more energetic. Occasionally she 'hunts' Beebs, but they only fight for a few seconds before both lose interest. He swats at her if they get too close, but then she licks his head and they go back to ignoring each other. They're not cuddling or anything, but they get along reasonably well.
We didn't do anything to acclimate them to each other. They kept to their own space at first, and we just made sure they had their own litter boxes in separate rooms. There may be better ways to do it, but the world didn't end!
It's one thing if the kids involved are older teenagers or adults, but a ten and four year old? C'mon.
That's just cold-hearted.
(Also, cute puppy!)
I'm in the midst of moving right now and I just packed my Fforde collection. I found out as I packed that I have inadvertently bought at least two versions of every book in the Thursday Next series. I have no regrets.