Today I moved Boy Kitty into my new apartment. He seemed to feel at home relatively quickly. I had forgotten what it was like to be with him freely (as opposed to being separated in another room due to parent allergies and dogs). He's following me around, tripping me up, and now, quietly sleeping right next to me on the couch. I promised him years ago that he would be inside with me again and though I am a few years late getting us here I am glad that he's with me again.

Abbie cat is still doing well and will be moving to my uncles soon. He said he would take her in and give her a good home with her 3 babies and his other cats (some are visitors). He takes good care of his critters and I know he will do well with her. She is going, eventually, like being around other cats and having the freedom that she was not able to have with me. I will miss her though. I try to see her as much as I can until he takes her... and I can always visit.