You mean ... I get to unpack, and live here, too? As well as in Santa Fe? And this room is so wonderful! It already has a kitty tower, and kitty toys, and a bed, and I can run around? And car journeys aren't so bad, after all ...
Young Gramsci didn't utter a peep between Winslow and Los Angeles - the Kitty Who Lost His Miaow. Whatever trauma he has associated with cars (being trapped and taken away from his mother? Being taken from a Foster Home back to the shelter?) may, we hope, have been nullified. Or maybe he just has laryngitis. We're trying to introduce him very gently to his new house, but he's so very excited ...
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