Carmina Purrana seems to be settling in (finally). For the last two weeks, it’s been hell getting her out from under the bed, and really, really easy to make her bolt back under there. It was to the point that we went back to the Denver Dumb Friends League on Saturday to see if there was a cat there that wasn’t just “OK”, but was “Amazing”. There wasn’t. Charlie was a Figaro sized orange cat, who was SUPER soft and seemed like he’d be a snuggler, but just wasn’t as aware of us as Figs was right from the get go, though he would do the little “turn and back up” dance that Figs does when he wants to be petted. He didn’t catch Audball’s interest. The next kitty was a black longhair named Harley Quinn, and she wasn’t super special, either. She caught Audrey’s eye, but not mine. The third kitty…I don’t even remember her name. She was another black longhair, and she’d come over and be petted when we’d make the “skritch” motion, but overall, she was super shy, too. There was one more cat we wanted to have a look at, but DDFL has a “three visit” rule, so they…ahem…”invited” us to come back another day. When we got home, we found that CB wasn’t hiding under the bed. We went out for Trivia at The Cheeky Monk (where we took second place, just the two of us), and CB was a changed kitty when we got home. Today, she’s been pretty much a regular part of the family, sleeping ON the bed, not UNDER it, chasing Figaro around…and I can even get up and walk across the room without her bolting for her hidey hole. Amazing.