She saw the suitcases come out, found a place in the sun & studiously ignored what was going on. However, we decided that, at least at this point, we'd like to have her in the basement while we're gone (no plants--no carpet to vomit on). Gave Cindy the tour--I expect she will let Micia come into the house during the pill-ing, litter cleaning, feeding, etc. (Micia actually ate 2 [tiny--1 tsp.] spoons of meat yesterday! Finished the first & plopped down in front of the 'frig for more. She's a very smart cat.) Anyway, I left it to Jim to bring her into the basement. He said she was very, so when we picked up the dry cleaning so Jim would have a jacket for the banquet, we didn't bring the rest home--just pitched it in the car & brought it with us.

She's very at home. I think the basement-when-we're-gone business won't be permanent. It makes me sad to leave her so soon after she's come, but I'm confident in Cindy's loving ways, so it won't be too traumatic.