the whole damn time.
Or: "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THIS ARE YOU CRAZY?"
"LET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN CAR RIGHT NOW."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS."
"YEAH!! LISTEN TO BRIAN! BRIAN'S ALWAYS RIGHT! YEAH!!"
Then we got there and every other cat was like "I don't know about this," and SPARKY was like "OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST PLACE EVER THANK YOU FOR GETTING IT FOR ME!!!!!!"
Seriously, we had THREE cats hiding, traumatized, between the sofa and the wall (and that includes the two biggest cats, who should in no way have been able to fit back there), one under a bench (pupils the size of dinner plates), Marty and Jesse asleep, and Sparky is rolling around in the sunlight on the sofa purring and nuzzling us. She's never been able to sit right under a window and look out of it at street level before, and she is pretty sure this is heaven. Especially when the sun comes along. And since the other cats all disappeared, she was also pretty sure that it was her house and not anybody else's, I think. (We don't count, we're here to pet and serve her.)
Marty, by the way, went to sleep in his cat carrier before we were even starting to corral them at the old house. I zipped him in and he didn't even wake up. He woke up a minute or so before we left and I walked in to find him flipping around like "How the hell did I get locked in here??" And then we got to the new house and he went back to sleep!! I don't even know if he knew how he got there, since it was like five minutes of driving sandwiched in between some 4 hours of naptime. He's like, "Oh, you changed the size and shape and look of the place! I like it!"
Jesse has made tremendous emotional strides since I last moved with her 10 years ago. That time, she sat underneath a chair and hissed at me every time I came near. This time, we explained to them repeatedly what was happening, and she totally took it in stride. She complained about the cat carrier and the drive as much as she usually does... no, maybe less, because Brian was making enough noise for everybody, or maybe he just drowned her out!.... but once we got there, she just checked the place out, gazed at us with these big trusting "As long as you two are here, I don't care where we live" eyes, got up on her favorite tower of boxes and went to sleep. (She was also a huge fan of having the majority of the cats hidden.)
And the lesson of the day: Carrot is only agoraphobic when he's in a cat carrier, not when he's in a one-inch-wide space between the sofa and the wall with his butt up against the loveseat and Brian's head wedged under his chin.
Also, next time, we're sedating them.