together again

The cats stayed in my roommate's room during the party last night so they wouldn't freak out with all the people around (Learned Claw tends to do the army crawl around the apartment when strangers come by), and they couldn't stay in my room because it became a dance club. Despite our worries that they might wreck K-diddle's admittedly small room, they were pretty well behaved (it helped that she had pretty much earthquake-proofed her room first). Learned Claw slept on her metal desk (I think he misses the cool metal tables from the old apartment) most of the time, but Erik... well, true to form, Erik tried to escape every time the door opened.

Once the party ended, they raced around, looking for the sources of all the new smells (which had thankfully absented themselves by 2:15am) before crashing on my bed. I haven't seen them sleeping this close to each other in a while--it must be a sign of how freaked out/exhausted they were.