Ella Kitty

I was anxious to see how everyone was going to do with our move. Let me tell you what I was dealing with...
-a 16 month old
-a husband who is VERY OCD and likes his routines, stuff in place, and likes to be all settled (read- unpacked) the first day
-a dog who is used to having a doggy door and now won't
-a cat who is also used to having a doggy door and now won't

Needless to say, I knew I was going to handle this big move the best of anyone (I LOVE changes like this!!!).

Well, the first few days this is how those family members were doing:
-Jay woke up the first two nights without knowing where he was- therefore called out for me in the middle of the night. I quickly waddled up the stairs, grabbed him from his crib, and snuggled him in the big bed in his room. He promptly fell asleep and slept later than normal. Not bad! Other than that, he had a BLAST during the day playing in all the spots! Success if you ask me...
-Anthony proceeded to unpack like a madman. Thankfully, I have a husband who helped a TON (even though I had to move lots of things because it just didn't make sense where he was putting stuff- oh men...). After the third or fourth day when we had almost every box unpacked, he was pretty good to go. Success.
-Tex. Poor baby. He panted and paced for about five days. The doggy door thing was no big deal. He would just wait by the back door if he wanted to go out. Otherwise he was just nervous. You could tell. Poor guy. About the fifth or sixth day he finally settled into his new routine. He's doing AWESOME now. The food on the counter during those five days- not so much. Argh!
-Ella. Oh boy. She took it equally as hard as Tex. She meowed NONSTOP the first night. All night. I kind of wanted to kick her. Kidding (kind of). Anyway, we also had workers in and out of the house for the first week. The loud noises (think nail guns, sanders, saws, hammers, etc..) scared her, so she would go into hiding until everyone left for the day around 6. She would slowly wander down the stairs and then sleep snuggled with us at night.

WELL.... Monday night I went upstairs to put Jay to sleep. She was downstairs earlier and was in the middle of us as usual. Once I came back down Anthony and I hung out on the couch, then headed to bed. The next morning we both noticed she didn't sleep with us, but we didn't have time to look for her because the workers were there and we knew she would be hiding. By that night, though, we realized she never came out. I don't know if she slipped out the door when Anthony was taking stuff to the garage (yes, this is exactly what happened but I don't want to blame Anthony), but she was gone. All week. We drove by the old house, we looked on the streets just in case she had been hit, we drove through both neighborhoods calling for her, we asked neighbors, workers, etc... She was gone.

We were sad. Anthony was actually the saddest of us all. He took it VERY hard. Thursday night Anthony set her food outside of the back door. The next morning the food was almost all gone. I explained to him that even though we are in the city, there are still possums, raccoons, other cats that might eat the food and not to get his hopes up.

Fast forward to Friday night. Around 11 he went outside to take the trash out and call her again (he did this every night and morning- poor thing). Guess who was ON TOP OF HIS CAR JUST HANGING OUT?!?!?! Ella!!!! After FIVE days of being gone, she just appeared!!!!! We brought her in and I thought Tex was going to have a heart attack! He whined and whined and ran around the house! Anthony was so excited! Ella, on the other hand, just meowed to get back outside. Little turd... :)

Anyway, we are SO happy to have our kitty back. Apparently she is NOT a fan of the move and showed us her true feelings...


PS- I'm really tired and in desperate need of my bed. So I'm not going to reread this. Sorry if it doesn't make sense or flow or if I've used etc... too many times (I know that is the truth!). I'm over it :)