The cats moved in to the new house last night.
Between small, stubby tuxedo Wilma and big manly Lt. Dancer (aka blackie), guess which one was the first to explore, the first to check out the basement, the first to find and use the litter box, and the first to find and eat the cat food.
And then guess which one is a giant dumb baby who cried the entire car ride over, meowed bloody murder and accidentally peed on me when I tried to take him down to the litter box in the basement, and could only use the litter box that first time while I stood watch for him, and then hid himself under a pallet in the basement today while I was out getting another load of boxes.