One of the things I've missed most since arriving in Perth is my precious pussy, Dexter. I find few things as soothing as snuggling with him, stroking his head, and avoiding being bitten. I still miss him terribly, but for now a little substitute will suffice.
Rob's cat Alley came to us from Melbourne a few weekends ago. At first she sequestered herself to the undersides of beds and couches, was terrified of the train passing a few blocks away, and generally wasn't really taking care of herself. After several days of this antisocial behavior, she wasn't the sweetest smelling cat, so we decided she desperately needed a bath. Considering what a catastrophe this could have been, I'd say it went fairly well, although I'm not entirely sure Alley would agree… It did get her grooming again and she suddenly became a little more brazen about exploring the house, developed a new interest in eating, and was far more social in general.