Her Highness Has Arrived

Despite having returned at 7:30 am on the red-eye from Las Vegas, I went and got the lovely Ariel and brought her home with me yesterday afternoon.

She promptly retreated under a livingroom chair and refused to emerge.

Eventually, I was able to coax her out. She did a little tentative exploration, but was obviously spooked by the completely different sounds and smells of this new place. Finally, she decided she wanted to play and snuggle.

She was uninterested in either food or litterbox, which I found worrisome.

Finally, at midnight, I went to bed convinced that she would run amuck in the middle of the night, or commence crying for food and companionship at 3 am.

Nope. She did find and use the litterbox overnight (good girl!).

When I tottered into the livingroom this morning, she came prancing out from under the chair, demanding attention and affection. After having received both in ample measure, she deigned to eat some food. Any doubts I may have had about the primacy of interaction over physical needs have been fully set to rights. For several hours she followed me around, making sure that I was going to respond to her every whim.

I have decided that purring is cat-prayer. Ariel does a lot of it.