A 'Moving' Gift
We were really worried about our 14-year-old silver tabby relative to the move. The last time we moved, she hid from us for an entire week; didn't eat, didn't drink, didn't pee or poop. And once she came out, she became a recluse. She spent 90% of her time either in her chair in the Master Bedroom or snuggling with Robert in his home office. Oh yes, and the rest hiding from or hissing at "the interloper."
We wanted to make this move as painless as possible for her. But, of course, the best laid plans.....Our movers, instead of finishing loading from the old house and unloading into the new house in one day, barely finished loading on Day 1. There we were without a toothbrush or clean underwear to our name, on our way to a hotel and with no plan for Scout, who was sort of patiently(or maybe plaintively) waiting in her cat carrier, where she'd spent most of the day hiding from the movers.
I called our vet, but they don't board. She gave me a number for a very nice lady, but she needed to see Scout's rabies and distemper documents (packed) before she could board her. Finally, we took her and her gear and my smelly sweater and closed her into the laundry room at the new house. She yowled at first, but before we left she was nestled into my sweater purring.
The next day she withstood the insanity of unloading comfortably ensconced in her litter box. It's the kind with the little roof. She spent the next day there, too, but no hiding or fasting and by the third day, she had explored the first floor and declared it good. Not being a cat psychic, I have no idea what's on her little mind, but she really seems to like it here. She's become quite the extrovert all of a sudden. Now we have to fight the dog and the cat for seating space in the family room.
We wanted to make this move as painless as possible for her. But, of course, the best laid plans.....Our movers, instead of finishing loading from the old house and unloading into the new house in one day, barely finished loading on Day 1. There we were without a toothbrush or clean underwear to our name, on our way to a hotel and with no plan for Scout, who was sort of patiently(or maybe plaintively) waiting in her cat carrier, where she'd spent most of the day hiding from the movers.
I called our vet, but they don't board. She gave me a number for a very nice lady, but she needed to see Scout's rabies and distemper documents (packed) before she could board her. Finally, we took her and her gear and my smelly sweater and closed her into the laundry room at the new house. She yowled at first, but before we left she was nestled into my sweater purring.
The next day she withstood the insanity of unloading comfortably ensconced in her litter box. It's the kind with the little roof. She spent the next day there, too, but no hiding or fasting and by the third day, she had explored the first floor and declared it good. Not being a cat psychic, I have no idea what's on her little mind, but she really seems to like it here. She's become quite the extrovert all of a sudden. Now we have to fight the dog and the cat for seating space in the family room.
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