POST # ONE HUNDRED AND SOMETHING

Day Three of Rocksee the cat vs. her new environment vs herself vs. me vs. the purpose of life's very existence itself. Very little progress to report. Other than a few nibbles of tuna here and a late night stealth mission upstairs to the litter box here (and I only know that b/c of the little puddle and foot steps in the sand) - Rocksee is still keeping mostly to herself. (If you call never coming out into the open whatsoever 'mostly,' then yes, mostly). However, she has discovered yet another out of sight but not out of house (and definitely not out of mind) fortress of solitude. Perched high atop the nightmare that is here now, tucked away snug between the ten inches of the bottom of the shelving and the top of the fridge - Rocksee sits and waits (for what, only no one knows). I came home today and at the advice of Katie, (who had come to my apartment earlier in the day to visit the cat) grabbed a chair, put it in front of the fridge, stood on it and pet the cat. I also tried to feed her tuna, dry food, treats and some water. I think I was giving it too much attention, b/c after a few minutes Rocksee bolted from her nest, jumped off the counter and ran straight under old faithful. Mr. Couch. There she remains as of now...check in again later some time soon in the future.