It may be a risky thing to say but I believe things are settling.
The house hardly smells at all, at least by cat-lady standards.
Many more of the things that ought to be deposited in litter-trays, are being so deposited.
Vast amounts are being eaten.
A few squabbles arise, but are short-lived.
Mystic’s ear is much better.
Fluff’s coat is refluffing.
If this goes on I shall have to start writing about books again.
Not to mention actually writing them!