Moving into our new house has had its challenges, but largely the good has outweighed the difficulties. That statement couldn’t be more true about the impact our new house has had on our cats. That’s right… I’m going to take you on a little journey into an update about Bruce, Oliver, and Harley!
I feel so ashamed of myself looking back at our former, less than 1,000 square foot apartment and realizing that we had three grown cats living there. I knew the tight living space presented challenges and that I wanted more room for our furbabies, but I don’t think I fully understood just how hard it was on them.
A large portion of last year (7-8 months in fact), we had a house guest utilizing our second bedroom. Automatically, that’s a whole room our cats weren’t allowed to hang out in. Subtract 2 bathrooms and it’s worse. Now factor in closing our bedroom door each night because I didn’t feel comfortable leaving our room wide open while I was asleep with someone else living there. That left them with only the kitchen and living room – probably somewhere in the ballpark of maybe 650 square feet of space… for 3 cats.
I think it wasn’t so bad when it was just the boys, but during our house guests’ stay is when we adopted Harley. It turned out to be one cat too many for our living situation. Lucky for us all, the new house would mean a lot more room for the cats (um yeah… and us too I guess haha).
We went from that less than 1,000 square foot apartment to having a 2,100 square foot house – two floors, and leaving our bedroom door almost always open. The first week was a huge adjustment for the cats. I honestly think the amount of space terrified them! They spent the first several days hiding in or around the new cat tree in a corner of the living room. I’m still surprised they hid there – they didn’t have that tree prior to the move!
I was really worried about them. Our apartment was largely all Bruce, Oliver, and Harley had ever known. We adopted them all as kittens and they’d never been anywhere else. To see my sweet babies scared and huddled up together broke my heart. I actually started to wonder if we’d made a terrible decision.
They adjusted fine, of course. Meowmie was just worrying over nothing. One by one, they came out of hiding and finally started to eat, drink, and then explore the rest of the house…. very, very slowly.
I cannot believe what an impact this move has had on Bruce, who has shown the biggest positive changes overall. He’s for the longest time been rather anti-social and did not like being touched. He always seemed quiet, in his own little world, and maybe even sad. I used to mention to Jeremy often that I was worried about him during the time we lived in the apartment.
I cannot believe what a different cat he is. He’s still a little hesitant to allow snuggles and likes to be pet a certain way… but he adores being near us now! He hops up in bed next to me and looks at me as if to say “Yeah, okay… you know what I want human.”
Bruce’s favorite place in the whole house? Our screened patio! Oh wow, he loves being out there with us so much. He hops right up on the patio furniture and hangs out. He really enjoys the sunshine and hanging out with his humans.
He’s turning into a bit of a Momma’s boy. He doesn’t like it when I stay in my office for too long (the one room of the house where cats absolutely are not allowed). When he misses me, he sits at the door and just cries and cries until I open the door. Oh my heart.
While all 3 cats have tamed down a lot since the move, Oliver has come the furthest. He used to be too aggressive (and occasionally might still play too hard). But having all of the extra space to chill out in seems to have made him a much more happy cat.
I cannot believe how incredibly social he is now. I mean, he’s always liked people… but he goes up to everyone who comes in the door now, looking for love and attention as if he doesn’t get tons from us. Our neighbor’s 7 year old daughter is in love with him and actually asks to come over to play with him!
He’s still a huge Momma’s boy. He doesn’t ever hesitate to climb in my lap to suckle on his paw and knead me. He’s also incredibly jealous of Jeremy and I sharing space and affection. He likes to sit in between us on the couch or between us under the covers at night to snuggle with me.
I used to think that Oliver had a favorite spot, but he seems to be genuinely happy almost anywhere – whether that’s on top of the huge cat tree we bought for them when we moved, anywhere on the couch (especially in between Jeremy and I), or cuddling somewhere with Bruce in the upstairs hallway.
This little girl… is not so little any more. I know they say that cats don’t have packs, but I think when you raise them together, they establish some sort of hierarchy. Harley is it… she’s in charge. She seems really laid back most of the time, but she makes sure to let you know when we wants something. Her snuggling is super aggressive, full of hard floppings against me and a crazy amount of kitty kisses.
Actually… she’s probably just trying to eat me.
When Harley isn’t eating… she’s sleeping. I wish I were exaggerating. We’ve been working with her to try to keep her active since she has a weight problem, but she’s lazy and sleepy. I worry a lot about her weight because she gets as much exercise as the boys (who are both all muscle and very lean) and it doesn’t seem as if she eats more than they do. That’s why we changed their diet recently in hopes it would help her slim down a bit.
Happy Cats. Happy Home.
Suffice is to say, this move has been great for the cats. I’m so happy to see them enjoying all of the space, all of the windows they have to sit up in, the fresh air they can safely get out on the patio (with supervision, of course), and the many snuggly naps I catch them having together!
I hope you’ve enjoyed this little update on our fur-kids! They are really enjoying the new house (as are we). Be sure to follow me on Instagram @KimiWho where I post pictures of Bruce, Oliver and Harley on occasion around our new house!