Hello everyone! I've been quite busy helping the lady with this move. There was lots of cleaning, painting, organizing, and gnashing of teeth. I have many tales to tell (well, a couple of short stories), so let me begin.
Way back at the end of January, a few days before the lady planned to move into the new place, she wanted to take me to the vet's office to board for a couple of days. She put the carrier in the living room for a few weeks prior so that I would get used to it. One day, she put an open can of Fancy Feast in the carrier. I was curious, but initially walked away. Then, because I trust the lady, I went in the carrier. She shut the door! I started crying loudly. The entire 30 minute ride. The lady says she has never heard anything like it.
While I was at the vet's, the lady thought I should have check-up, a rabies shot, a FVRC-P vaccination, a urine test, and a "general health profile" (blood test). Because I was so distraught, they had to cover my carrier and give me some "gas" to knock me out. They then put me in a prison cage. The lady came to visit me that afternoon. As soon as I heard her voice, I started crying and howling. It was so loud and so pitiful that people came back to see what was going on. I had to stay at this place from Thursday until Saturday. I was then taken to our new home. I will tell you more about that in my next post.
Here I am engaged in my usual activities at the new place.