It went rather smooth. I packed his things and went in with them, then his litter box. Lastly, I went to get the transport box in the cellar and put it behind a cupboard in the kitchen. Fister was still sleeping on my bed and was not in the least suspicious.

Before this, I had defrosted a few fillets of white fish, so I went to cut them up.... and there came Fister. I quickly closed the door while Fister was eating the fish, sitting in the window. He found that very odd, but didn't freak out. So I grapped him and put him in the box - no bloodshed.

In her flat, he immediately went to check everything out, he miawed for while, but soon settled in the kitchen window. He even ate the rest of the fish I had brought, and he let my friend stroke him, sitting in the window. I'm sure he recognises the yard, and the scaffolds right outside

I stayed for about an hour. Although it's difficult for me not to look, we agreed that it is best I don't let him see me from the window, and I also closed it completely, so he doesn't hear the familiar sounds from my kitchen.

At the moment, he's laying in her window, sleeping. Do I dare go down with my laundry? I think the scaffolds will cover me.