For an activity involving both a cat and a Q-tip, it really isn't so bad.

The cat seems to be settling in well; a little too well, if finding her way up to and out of Bob's kitchen window and onto a nearby roof is any indication.

She's probably closer to 20 than 15, seemingly completely deaf, sprouting tumors at one end and...infected...at the other, so we really didn't see the neighborhood exploration initiative coming quite so soon.

We took her to the vet yesterday, and he gave me a course of antibiotics for her as well as a cream for...the two ends.

She doesn't seem to be in any pain or discomfort, and she takes her treatment with little more than a "not again" roll of the eyes. She's a willing (if inexpert) visitor to the litter box, and even seems fine with it being filled with sawdust (free) instead of super-expensive-fancy litter, which is good of her, considering that she does need the super-expensive-fancy food.

Once the infection clears up, she'll be a lot more pleasant to be around, but she already seems pretty well at ease, her own self.