The Return of the Sprout

It's official, Sprout is back home with us.  There was much banter between Phil and I about this eventuality.  We honestly didn't want her back ... litter is messy!  She meows (loudly) all night!  She ignores us all day long!  What was the point.  But we didn't have a choice.  She wasn't really happy at Grammy's so we yanked her out of the basement mattress boxspring (she decidedly did NOT enjoy this and Phil has the arm scratches to prove it) and into her carrier.

She meowed intermittently the whole trip home, but on the whole much less frequently than I thought she would.  We kept her in the stairwell her first night, surrounded by her litter box, food and water.  She remained holed up there the next morning but during the next day made her way out.

Pip and Viv have enjoyed trying to find her and have actually been very gentle and calm with her.  I am not sure they were this contained when we had her before.  They hold out one hand for her to smell and if she rubs it with her head, that means "ok to pet me" and if she swats at it or meows, that means "I need my space".  This method of communication is working well and I daresay Sprout is enjoying all the extra attention and petting. 

Here Pip found her on the stairs to the loft and gave her some love: