I’d say I know what you mean, but I never tried living on a transit bus.
One gets used to this unusual lifestyle. I found the cat - she came out from under the bookcase to hunt lizards, and now she’s chewing up a page I dropped on the floor. Not an important page, fortunately.
I have to go to the bank and the Food Lion, after I feed Frank again, which will be after I vacuum the living room so he can roll over without getting covered with dirt.