So, we emerged from Cat Hell into Cat Heck.  Magick's transition to Susan's house was not a successful one, and he was un-adopted.  Long story, not worth repeating.  The upshot of the whole thing is--we have our white kitty back.  Unfortunately, he has been shunted from pillar to post the past week or so, from Sue's to the vet, into a cage for a hellish trip in the car to Sunnyvale, and into another cage at the new vet's.  Our furniture will take a few days to get here, and Magi is safer at the vet's, but he is thoroughly miserable.  Our normally fastidious cat is languishing in his litter box, stinking and hissing and growling at all who come near his cage.  We visit him every day, and he lets us pet him and change his litter, but then he is back in the stuff.  Today, finally, he remained outside the box when we returned him to his cage.  This has been going on since Saturday, an eternity to me.  Can't wait to get him into the new house and bathe him, then snuggle him and show him around, point out his bed, the wide sunny windowsill, and a proper big litter box in the laundry room.  Soon, Magi, soon.