The cats arrived at noon as promised. Ash immediately hid under Chris' futon while Hiver (not her name) hid behind the bottom-most row of CDs. I very(!) carefully didn't bother them and went on cleaning the house instead. I'd been cleaning since I got up, mostly for the benefit of the rescue's cat lady in case that sort of thing was important.

(Yeah, the living room at least, is now seriously in its most crap-free state since I moved here.)

Around 10pm, Ash responded to some cat talk and finally moved, used the litterbox, and cautiously and steadily fell into the business of being petted. 'Hiver', on the other hand, is still hiding behind compilations as I very(!) carefully type this :p