Were one to ask the cat her opinion on our recent move to Arkansas, I imagine she would offer up the details of what was clearly an elaborate plot to kill her: "first, they took me out of my apartment, and when I came back all my stuff was gone. Then they drugged me and stuck me in a cage for 16 hours. Once I arrived they had vicious attack fleas try to eat me alive, and then they covered me with this irritating goop for a full day. Then they shut down the air conditioning when it was one hundred degrees outside, and finally, horror of horrors, they gave me a BATH!"
In our defense, we did not realize the dog the previous owners of the house had would leave a little present of fleas in all of the carpeted areas. Nor did we expect, any more than she, the blackout that happened this morning, presumably due to the heat (according to weather.com, it's 99 (37 C) and feels like 108 (42 C)). And the bath was necessary to get the flea goop off of her.