It is as if at first Tooter has to get use to her surroundings. She needs to feel level. To feel grounded. She takes a deep breath, eases in, her axles relax and sink into the ground.
Luney and I observe. We watch where and how far away and from which directions we can see traffic. We check if there is any way anyone can come upon us unawares. We watch to see if there seems to be any other inhabitants there before us, human or otherwise. We don't explore outside much those first few hours. We watch the direction of the sun. Which windows it will shine in and at what time of day. Will it keep us warm when we need it and can we block it out if we get hot. We make sure we are situated so the sun can restore energy to our solar panels in preparation for future needs.
Later we open the door and Luney ventures out on his leash. Oh, the freedom! What a happy cat! He stretches and yawns. He looks at me like I will be his friend for life and I am, at the present moment anyway, the most wonderful human in the world and he loves me! He sniffs the air. Another stretch and it seems he is kissing the ground we are standing on. He flops down on his side and rolls. And rolls. And rolls. This side to that side to his back. With all four legs sprawling he looks at me again with so much love and says thank you. Oh, the small pleasures in life.
We do any cleaning we may need to do. How much depends on how long we have been on the move. I must confess this last stop brought a disgusting find in the kitchen sink. Grapes that I had washed 7 days ago. Ewwww.
If I have nothing planned, and the sun is out, and it is warm enough, and it is not too hot or too windy, I usually lay in the sun and read awhile. By then we feel settled. Sometimes we stay a few days, sometimes a week, until we all (we are a democracy but I am the decider) start feeling the need to move on.
Places to go. People to meet. Then we repeat the whole process.
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