Simba is now relaxed enough that he is spending most of his time chilling (literally) on the floor above our vaulted basement and doing a lamprey impression.
He was too nervous and discombobulated for the first couple of days, so this is a blessed relief from constant wrestling bouts where the rules are he gets cuddles and then suddenly tries to jump on me or sit on my lap. My role is to try to push him off. It was utterly exhausting.