Trauma Healing

I’d like to introduce you to my newly adopted guy, Bobber. He got his name because the add said “Bobert”, but his name was actually “Robert”. I decided on “Bobber”, because this guys is like a fish.

When I first got him home I left him in the crate for about an hour to let him acclimate. He was hiding under the blanket at the time. I’ve never known a cat to do that. Nor to be so quiet in a kennel, a car and sneaking around the house. I love this guy already. You just gotta watch his mannerisms.

I’m telling you out loud, right now, I plan to feed this cat well. He’s long and lanky. Needs some meat on his bones.

He’s a very curious kitten (7 months old). After our little “incident” he’s been out more.

Which brings me to the “incident”: So, I probably didn’t let Bobber out of the crate for about an hour after we got home. He was still hiding in his blanket and I wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible coming to a new home.

When I let him out I brought him straight to his litter box, which is covered. I wanted him to recognize it. He sat in there for about 3-5 minutes, then came out and ventured off. The last place I saw him go was the bathroom.

Well, some time had passed and I started to get curious as to where he’d be hiding. I assumed under my bed, but he was nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere. And although I knew he couldn’t have run off, I still worried.

I did my best to brush it off, convincing myself he will show his face eventually. So I began making myself some supper on the stove and in the oven. When I was done with my cooking I got a phone call from a friend. I told my friend I hadn’t seen Bobber for quite some time now and I had looked everywhere I could possibly think of. My friend asked if I’d checked behind the stove. He proceeded to tell me about a friend of his loosing his cat and finding it three (3) months later behind his stove! I didn’t think of that and began to panic as I had just used the stove. My friend calmed me down as I was freaking out. He told me to shut the breaker off for the stove, so I did. I then pulled the stove out and there was my buddy, hunkered down in the corner of the sink cabinets. I couldn’t believe it. He slinked off when I tried to approach him. That cat gave me a scare!

I did thank my friend for walking me through my panic. And I was incredibly panicked! I rearranged my stove so hopefully he can’t get around it at all anymore.

I do already love Bobber. We have a sort of agreement. He looked at me a few times while he was sneaking around here and his look was like, “Hey, I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me. Let’s just go about business as usual”. So I agreed, as long as he stays away from the stove!

I think he’s hiding under my bed now…. But I should probably check. That’s where I thought he was hiding when I found him around the stove!

P.S. I did check and he is under my bed.