Tonawanda News — We’ve been at the new house for a little more than a month. The house is nowhere near being finished, but right after Thanksgiving and weeks before Christmas seemed like the only time when a housewarming party could fit in.
Since housewarming events are suppose to take place close to the actual move-in date, we were running out of time. I invited coworkers and friends and told them that their presence was the only thing needed. I ordered five cheese pizzas and prepared sautéed onions, mushrooms and peppers, pineapple, jalapenos, pepperoncinis and tomatoes. It was a pizza buffet!
As more and more people came into the house, the less I saw of my critter companions.
I had to roll the cockatoo to a back room to help her stay calm and equally important: quiet. One by one my cats went under the bed in the farthest bedroom away from the action. The hermit crab tucked in his shell and the savannah monitor went from basking on top of the cardboard box to underneath it.
Merriment and consumption carried on for a few hours. The crowd migrated toward the food and three people were on the futon, but most people were standing by the breakfast counter or kitchen area.
Princeton, my British short-hair cat, bravely came out from under the bed, walked down the hall through the people and jumped up on the brand new sectional that was not being occupied. The crowd stopped chatting and all looked at Princeton and smiled. It appeared that he was unsatisfied with the crowd, but they were all beneath him so he was to carry on with what he does every other night: lounge.
He laid on the sectional, looking like a dense loaf of bread, as the guests quickly moved by him. It was as if everything was in fast motion, except for Princeton. He was being an antisocial wallflower. He laid curled up on the couch looking away purposefully from the company.