Moving with Cats
This isn’t the first time we’ve moved with two cats. We moved from our first home in Raleigh to the townhouse we just moved out of. And then from that home to our newest place! And each time we had two cats with us.
I’m the more paranoid “cat parent” between my husband and I, so I make sure to take as many precautions as possible to make the cats comfortable AND to make sure the transition is as smooth as possible.
Cats typically don’t deal as well with transitions as dogs, for example, and I want to do everything in my power to avoid a potential disaster (like marking their territory, peeing in our laundry basket, etc.).
morning of the move. . .Gravy had no clue what that day held.
So, on the day of the move, I confine the cats to a save room that everything is cleared out of. In this case it was our master bathroom. I put their favorite blankets in there, the litter box, their food and water, and a few toys. I know they’ll be scared/annoyed anyway, but I try to keep some level of normalcy for them.
As soon as we shut them into the bathroom, the meowing began. I feel bad that I can’t explain to them what is going on! I’d peek in there every once in awhile while the movers were moving the furniture and found them huddling in a corner, together, nervous as heck. I was glad to see they found comfort in each other though, since usually the only physical contact they have is wrestling.
Once the house was cleared out, I went upstairs and opened the bathroom door. They reluctantly crept out, low to the ground, with their sniffers working over time. Suddenly everything was different.
We let them have free reign of the empty house while we moved into the new place (since doors were being opened constantly and there were loud noises). And once we were moved in to the new place, Justin and I drove back to the old house to grab the cats and a few leftover possessions.
We have a small dog crate that we put them in, which they hate, but it was only a short 10 minute drive so I didn’t feel too bad. We loaded them into the car last, and started driving.
Gravy channels his inner lion and does a low, deep roar of disapproval and rage. Grits is a ltitle bit more wild and simply screams these high, drawn out meows. Justin and I laugh from the front seat, not making fun of them, but just laughing at how ridiculous they sound together. Every once in awhile they’ll manage to harmonize their meows too so that always instigates a good laugh.
We got to the new house, and Justin carried the cage into the living room. I left them locked in it for about 5 minutes so they could “observe the new space” from a “safe place”. Once we unloaded the car, we opened the door to the cage and let them come out on their own.
They crept out, again walking low to the ground, and their noses were taking everything in. I wanted them to lay eyes on their litter box (even though I’m sure they can smell it) just so they knew where it was. Justin grabbed Gravy, and I grabbed Grits and we plopped them both down right in front of the litter box. They both sniffed and then moved on.
The rest of the day, both cats were exploring the new place. They traveled together, like a small two person gang staking out their terriftory.
Grits found a quite, albeit awkward, sleeping spot behind our toilet in the master bathroom. I hope that changes eventually. Gravy, being a little more brave than Grits (which is why I sometimes call him “Bravy”), was chillen’ on the couch only a few hours after we brought them to the new place. I think it helped a lot that there were familiar smells (same furniture from old place) so it wasn’t a complete shock to their system.
We’ve been in the house now for a few days, and they have pretty much settled in completely. They sleep on the bed with us, come running for treats, and love exploring the screened in porch.
the other night; Gravy is lounging and Grits is still sniffing everything in sight.