The cats are fine, too, although they have not yet succeeded in establishing friendly relations with thier new cat-siblings (I'm sure this will come in time). They're struggling with a dilemna right now -- they want out of their "isolation room," and they desperately want to explore the rest of the house, but they do not want to have to deal with the cat-siblings who roam the rest of the house. Unfortunately, the cat-siblings refuse stubbornly to vanish as Spenser and Isis would like them to. But it will all be okay; we've had hissing and growling and mewling, but no actual fighting (definitely no blood), and no completely freaked-out puffy tails. This is all just part of the adjustment process (and negotiating who gets to be boss cat).
It is a little frustrating to watch them struggle so much with this. I want them to settle in and be comfortable and be able to roam the house and sleep with me again. But I cannot rush things. All in due time.
And there are so very many boxes to unpack. So very, very many.