How my poor kitty’s trauma on moving day can help us understand our own great trials I’m writing this one at a table in our new apartment. The winter sun beams through the blinds as I type, cup of coffee to my right, and our sweet kitty relaxing on the chair to my left. I wonder if Ody even remembers his utter terror just a few days ago. At about 11 AM on Saturday morning, my husband Stephen’s friends arrived at our former home. As soon as the two large men entered, Ody scurried away. After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, he cautiously creeped towards them, ears arched back and pupils dilating into two dark moons. Tragically, his last ounce of bravery vanished as soon as they began lifting our heavy furniture, slamming doors, and stomping up and down the stairs. A few minutes into the move, I figured I ought to remove him from the chaos and keep him in the bathroom with his water bowl and litter box, just in case he decided to slip out. However, I l
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