Since Tuedsay night, Play has spent many hours in isolation; hiding in closets where it is dark and quiet. I’ve been pulling him out of a box in my closet and letting him curl up on a blanket on a down comforter on the bed where he rests for hours and is happy to greet visitors. I left a bowl of water and a litter box nearby should he need them. I haven’t seen him drink which is likely a good sign as his insulin dose has been lowered. I was getting apprehensive about his not using the box for over a day and then finally he went in.

I suppose it is all a period of adjustment. His brother, Ampersand is tolerating him and his mother is hissing at him but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s home.

When I got up the first morning he had suddenly appeared, probably from the box in the closet, in front of the bathroom door when I opened it. He thumped behind me down the stairs and was the first to lead evening song along with his family–some loud bunch asking for food and fast. He sits downstairs in his old spot for a while and ends up hopping back up the stairs to one of his new places.

Mother, Caramel looks nearby

Getting accustomed to a new environment. The bedroom floor is a new favorite place. Play has been staying on the floor all night. I checked in the dark at 4:00 am and my hand met a soft purring kitty.

Meeting his brother on the way to breakfast after walking down thirteen stairs.

Meeting Ampersand

a good face wash

done with breakfast

cleaning up everyone’s leftovers

his own spot in the kitchen

Everyday is a little better.