He fought as hard to stay in the box when we got here as he did to get in at my folks house.
Once I got him out of the box I gave him some food and showed him where his litterbox was going to be. I gave him a mini tour of the apartment.
He is now laying under the bed. I can see his eyes gleaming at me. I hope he remembers where the litterbox is when he needs to go. I really don't want to clean up any messes.
Hopefully he will come up on top of the bed when I go to bed.
One more day to go of helping the folks pack.