One third gone

 It started out as a normal day except for the instruction to not add any litter to any litter tray because cats will be moved and their litter discarded. Then mid morning volunteer drivers started arriving and Irene's Peter came in with Terry to coral cats into carriers.

Then I had a thought. Why not put the cat's litter into the plastic food bags that have been saved for lo these many years in the bin under the feeding table. It worked: that bin is almost empty now, the rubbish bins are full and there are no bags on the balcony and the cats have a familiar smell of self in their new home.

Thanks Kath for photos taken while the first arrivals were settled into Mona Vale. Bonnie is in a corner by herself (because of her ring worm). She had to be collected especially because she was forgotten in a carrier in Isolation. In her new naughty corner she was having a lovely time and tore her name tag off her stand alone.

Bonnie

Chalk seems to have settled in right away. I will try to get the cats more cuddled in with sheet covers tomorrow.
 

Salt and Pepper are back together in an enclosure. Salt is NOT HAPPY. She looks as though she will rip the arm off anybody who tries to open the door in her rush to get away.  (Again.)

I think this is Umi. Because I had to tie up her hammocks this evening. 

What is left at Roseville? I counted 55 cats. There were 86 on Wednesday. 

And there is a bit of washing up. (One of the lovely transporters washed all the dishes while waiting for Peter to catch her car load of cats.)