I am visiting my girlfriend, in Greensboro, North Carolina. I travelled with the cats, as I mentioned. They did INCREDIBLY well. I wish I could somehow tell them just how proud I am of them, but all I can do is love them, which I was doing anyway. We are in a "tiny-house." It works pretty well, but the cats aren't comfortable with the very steep stairs up to the loft, where the bed is, so they have just been staying downstairs. They don't love that, as they are used to sleeping on my bed, but it's not the end of the world. They seem content enough. Maybe a little bored, as there isn't a lot of room, though I brought toys and scratchers, and all of their favorite things, and I've been giving them as much attention as I can.
We (Heather and I, not me and the cats) were supposed to go to a concert tonight, in Asheville, but I didn't feel comfortable leaving them alone, with all the changes that have happened, so I stayed (I sent Heather on, and it was apparently a good show [Will Oldham, so I wish I could have gone]). They seemed to appreciate that.
They are SUCH good kitties.