The Move According to Chester

​So my cat/son Chester stayed with his Aunt Maggie during the move because his human/Daddy knew it would be too chaotic for him.  I went back to Hampton Roads to tie some loose ends up, most notably, picking Chester up and transporting him to DC.  Maggie sedated him with some Gabapentin the night before (and the morning of) so he’d be mellow during the ride. 
 
And that he was.  He played with Maggie and even head butted Daddy when he was trying to pull out of the gas station.  “Sorry, Chester, gotta get you there alive,” I said.
 
Chester really loves looking outside on the balcony, and he’s been out there twice (under Daddy’s supervision). 
 
During Maggie’s visit, Chester mostly slept in the living room.  But she left for Newport News on Sunday night, so it’s just the two of us now.  Challenges include keeping him from exiting the front door, and for about a day or so, he was lying in bed next to be and not on my leg.  That changed yesterday evening when I placed him on my lap, and then he didn’t get off.  In fact, I’ve been lying in bed for an hour and a half and Chester still hasn’t gotten off my leg.  He also continues to head butt me in the mornings. 
 
He’s adjusting well, and it’ll be even better when my couch gets in.