There is only one door in their New York City apartment and that is to the bathroom. I place him in the bathroom and open his carrier and his big bug eyes look up at me with confusion. He doesn't scamper out of his carrier, or even take an inquisitive look around. He just gazes at me. I melt a little inside and turn around and leave.
Before I have the chance to bring in Stilton's litter box, Angus, has apparently staked his claim and peed in the empty box.
Cleaning out the Angus wee, Stilton stays in his carrier, his one claw now caught on the mesh siding as if holding on for dear life. Still he is silent. Unaware of what, and who is beyond this new door he is now confined behind.
I first try and take away his carrier case and leave him with a blanket from my old apartment, only to walk back in to find him snug, inside his litter box. I return his carrier case and he scampers out of the box back into safety. His eyes again looking up at me.
There is much sniffing on Angus' part on the other side of the door throughout the night. And Stilton eventually rises to eat a few nibbles when Jaime and I are in his new humble abode.
Eventually we sleep and there is no trouble on night one. Tomorrow I plan on getting a gate to open up the space Stilton has to roam but still keep them separated. For now at least, we are secure in our thoughts that, for the moment we are all secure.
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