Yeah. Moved to a new apartment. We rode in the car for 6 hours. Then had movers bring in furniture and boxes. I lived under the bed for a couple of months. Really. Lived under the bed. Refused to come out except to go to the bathroom (litter box was in the bathroom). I graduated to creeping out from under the bed after mom was home from work for awhile. But I ran under the bed if I heard the slightest noise. Then I would come out during the day, but run under the bed when mom got home, and eventually come out. FINALLY, I got to where I would stay out during the day, AND stay out when mom came home, and when I heard noises. That process only took about 6, 7, 8 months? Yup. I'm a little cautious. Or neurotic. Either way. I'm good now. Me and Sash.
One morning, Mom and Dad wouldn't feed us breakfast. Then, Mom herded Sasha into a box-thing with a wire mesh front - he was trapped! But then they turned on me! I wasn't prepared, and they caught me and shoved me into a little soft-sided bag-thing. But I had an accident... Pee... So then Mom tried to get the bottom pad out of the bag-thing, and I bolted out. Then they spent 10 minutes chasing me around the apartment before finally catching me again. Mom and Dad carried us to a monster, and we rode in its belly for awhile. Sasha puked all over his box. So, we got to the vet smelling like cat-pee and cat-puke. We both behaved when we got there, but sheesh. What the point was, I don't know. When we got home, I hid under the bed for two days. I wasn't going to chance it again! I'm still a bit wary of them. Who do they think they are, anyway?
I really felt special when I got on Catster and discovered I had been Cat of the Day. I was so sad that I missed it! But, I especially felt loved when I saw all of the kitties who left me messages, posts, rosettes, stars, special gifts and treats. I wanted to sincerely thank you all for thinking of me on my day in the spotlight.