I felt extremely guilty and frazzled last weekend. We ended up cornering Snape behind the stove and then had to shove him, struggling, into his carrier. Even Mini put up a fight. Once in the new apartment neither moved an inch. When they finally did, it was only to skulk under the couch and cower there for the next 10 hours. But... two brave kittens finally worked up their courage in the night, crept into bed, and by 6am were back to their usual selves, yowling to be fancily feasted. And all is well with the world again.
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