Before we left our home in Cleveland, husband and I had to shoo Coco cat out of hiding from the bowels of the basement... He knew changes were afoot and he wasn't havin' it. It took him a few days to recover after we moved into the motel, curled up tight under the covers of the bed. He's fine now, his appetite has returned and he's his sweet self again. More paintings when I am able! Thanks for reading.