Actually it was more like the cat’s cries of terror.
Sunday I moved my furry baby to the castle of my Knight. I took her and Ditzy, our little window licker/mentally touched cat, and relocated them. To hear them carrying on you’d have thought they were headed to the slaughter. And their crying just made me feel terrible for doing this to them even though I know once adjusted to their new home they will both be very happy. Pixel was suffering separation anxiety while I was away from the Diva Den, so since I’m moving in with my honey in stages, it seemed logical to just move her where I’m now sleeping. She was less than impressed.
They cried all the way there, and then hid in the lowest level of the house in fear, continuing to meow like they were dying. Ditzy has since made herself at home, finding places to go hide, playing with toys, and coming to us both for affection. Pixel has refused to leave the bathroom in the lowest level where the litter box is now located. I tried to convince her to venture beyond but every time I brought her upstairs she would slink, belly on the floor, back downstairs. During the first night she was outside the bedroom door crying and trying to get in. Once my Knight departed for work I found her in the hallway outside the bedroom door. She ran right in when I beckoned and curled up with me purring her sweet little heart out. But when I got home from work yesterday she was back downstairs and refused to come up. If she was forced up, she hid under the couch. I give up, she will just have to transition in her own good time. But meanwhile I’ll still feel like a big old meanie for changing her environment.
My mom has determined that the Knight is either truly in love with me, or has lost his mind. 🙂 It’s love! Though he did say something about there being a thin line between the two.