It's noon in the Noop. Maeve is taking a nap. So is Stanky, for that matter. Maeve will stop taking afternoon naps in a few months, but Stanky will take a few naps everyday for the rest of his life.
When he first moved to the house, he spent a few days getting acclimated to his new digs. He is rather small, even for a cat, and he's always been indoors, so it's not like he's had to defend his territory. In fact, during his 14 years, he's outlived 3 other cats (not including one who lived with us for a disharmonious year), and he's always been the lowest head on the totem pole, so you'd think that when it came to his over-all behavior, he'd be, well, a pussycat. But no. As soon as his surroundings change, he gets very upset. When we take him to the vet, he sometimes has to be sedated. A trip to the vet means bringing, at the very least, a strong cat-carrier, a few towels (one to put over his head when the vet wants to examine the rest of him), and some Band-Aids.
When people come to visit, he's a bit shy but is never mean. He eventually rubs legs and otherwise hangs out with us, unless the strangers have kids of their own. In that case, he'll usually avoid everyone; he'd rather not take chances.
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