After seven weeks (!) at my parents' house, our cats are back home with us.
I had prepared myself for the cats to be terrified of their new surroundings and to completely ignore us. As much as we missed them, I wasn't sure that they would have missed us quite as much.
But I was thrilled to find out that I was wrong. They were so happy to be here, were perfectly at ease, and they seemed to miss us as much as we had missed them.
For the first couple of nights, we slept on the futon in the office while giving my parents the bed, and the cats spent the nights in the room with us, alternately playing with each other, cuddling with me (Tako), or just meowing loudly either to get our attention or each other's. At one point I woke up to see Tako sitting on J's desk, head pointed up to the ceiling, wailing. I have no idea what he wanted, but if it was to wake us up, it worked. So that wasn't so much fun.
But since then they've calmed down and have made themselves quite at home.
Tako still wakes me up in the morning by patting my face with his paw, licking me, and settling in for a cuddle if I don't seem to be getting up. And he loooooooves this window in the office.
Koji still chases his tail in circles on the bathroom mat and stretches out on my desk to sleep near me while I work. And for some reason, most pictures I take of him has him with his head upside down. He is not bound by gravity, that one.