The Bay and the bed
This a picture of my Bay early this morning, curled up under the quilt with me, before she went to hide under the bed for the day:
It’s also my project 365 picture for today, even though it’s blurry… I like all the green.
I know I’ve talked a lot about my cat (at least on twitter), but it’s mainly because I’m a bit worried. For the last 2 years, she RULED my apartment. Really, it was her apartment and I was just lucky enough to live there. She would run to see me when I got home after work, she would curl up on the couch while I was on it, she would go wherever she wanted with not a care in the world. She wouldn’t hide often – mainly only if she saw me packing, because it meant that she was about to get stuffed into a carrier and go on a car ride.
When I started packing to move to Houston, she took to hiding under the bed until the evening. For a week straight she would disappear as soon as I started loading a box until about 6pm, when she would finally come out and explore. I figured she would do the same for a while after the move and I was right – every morning, whenever I get out of bed and start getting dressed, she’ll run to hide under the bed. And every evening, around 6 or 7pm, she’ll come out and will explore the house. She still sleeps with me at night (thank goodness, I don’t know HOW to sleep without her anymore) and if I’m downstairs with my parents, she’ll venture downstairs, maybe even curl up on the couch… but she’ll run back upstairs if I head that way.
The only thing is, we’ve been here for a little over 2 weeks. And I’ve noticed no real improvement, no sign that she’s getting more comfortable at this house. Now, I understand that it’s quite a big change – it’s a bigger place, plus 2 extra people to get used to. But I just wish she would stop hiding under the bed. Especially because I can’t see her under the bed. The bed I have at my parents’ house has built-in drawers underneath. And she doesn’t sit IN a drawer, she goes PAST the drawer, climbing over the end to the small space beyond it… and I can’t see her unless I pull the drawer all the way out.
I miss my confident Bay, I miss always seeing her waiting for me and I wish that, at the very least, she would start seeing my bedroom as her safe haven, not just the small space under the bed. Hopefully some day, soon…
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