Diana decided, quite suddenly, that this was the weekend she was going to make moving in a quasi-reality. No need to move the piano and sell the house all in one weekend, but basically her needs are to have the cats and a fair amount of clothes here to truly begin living here.
I'm pretty excited about it, even though I do have some concerns, none of which really have to do with me exactly. My biggest worry is that Cosmo is going to have two young brothers and a bitchy sister in "her" domain all of a sudden. Cosmo will be turning 11 this winter, and aside from the five years with Luna, she's used to being in charge. I just don't want her to be stressed or grumpy the way she used to be at times with Luna. She'll need some extra special attention I think. As healthy and perky as she's been this year, I suspect she's got another five years or more.
I also worry that I don't remember how to be considerate when it comes to sharing space with someone, and the split responsibilities that go with that. I probably shouldn't worry about that since my new "roomie" is an amazing communicator. If I'm not doing my part, there won't be any build up.
Because she's moving in with me, a decision dictated in part by the fact that my house is much bigger, I feel like there's some kind of inequity and that Diana gets the short end of the stick. One of the things that always impressed me about her was that she lived on her own terms, and has for really more than a decade. It's as if she's giving that up or something. Maybe I'd feel differently if we were moving to a new third site or something.
Honestly, if this is the sum of all my fears, I suppose I'm in pretty good shape. As I said the day that I met Diana, life is all about being with someone who you can share everything with. God knows we've had a lot to share during this somewhat difficult season, and we do a pretty good job of backing each other up. Even though we're just shy of seven months together, it feels like we've been together for years. It's just so easy.
So for the long weekend, we'll get our new "family" used to each other, drink some wine, hang out with Ryan Seacrest, and let Diana loose on her new kitchen.
Good luck with the transition, especially with the "kids".
I recall many years ago when I moved my three cats into my mom's house with her cat and the entire hierarchy changed in a very strange way.
My dominant cat, Schlomo, was pushed to the bottom rung and even more surprising, my Sassycat, the gentlest and least aggressive became the dominant to the point of whenever mom's male cat came out of the bedroom, Sassy would chase him back.
Patches took everything in stride, but Schlomo and mom's cat never really recovered, even after we moved to our new house.
When we got Patrick, we thought Cleo, who had always seemed like this dominating cat, would quickly put Patrick in his place. The opposite happened. Patrick still chases Cleo around, and she's the submissive one. You just never know how it's going to work out.
Cleo and Patrick have become friends now (sort of), it just takes time.