Out of the woods

By Ulrike

The first night

and now we were three.
As planned, we picked up Ragnar at his fosterhome in the afternoon. He did not like the trip in his bag in a strange car and some cries let us know, this was no fun.
At home and out of his bag, he started slowly to walk his new home, and even got an appetite and ate a whole bowl of food. 
He found himself a safe spot under our bed where he retires when the noises and strangeness gets too much. We encourage him and give him lots of cuddles and goodies. And as soon as the lights were out, he decided that the top of the bed right beside us was most comfortable. So he stayed there, purring endlessly. 

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