Repatriating a cat

The Dennisons left on Wednesday, which for me, was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.  I have been praying for them to hear clearly when the Lord wanted them to go, and I prayed for all to go smoothly with their exit.  The Lord graciously answered those prayers, even though the time frame isn't anything I wanted!

Mary Jane asked me if I would take their cat, Meri, and of course I would.  I've gone long without a cat, and have missed having one.  Meri knows me, and my flat is one of her hang-outs.  Here, she decided that she wanted to come inside for some reason:

Meri is a bit of a free spirit, so I've been a little concerned with how her repatriation would go.  Wednesday, David, one of Mary Jane's kids (and Meri's human) brought her down the hill while I brought her food.  I was hoping that if she knew her food had moved, she'd be more inclined to come.  

Around dinner time, I went up to the Dennisons with a tiny bit of warmed chicken to entice Meri down the hill, and it worked.  She scarfed down the food, and made herself at home all night.

I let her out this morning, and went looking for her at lunch.  She's used to coming and going at will, and I'm not always home.  I brought her down, she ate, and then made herself at home.  In my chair.

And then she found a place to hide during the thunderstorm.

I think we still have a ways to go, but the repatriation isn't going badly.