Dante and the grieving process
Well, he's not looking for Szara anymore, since yesterday. His ears will still perk up at a strange noise, and his head flash to the window or door, depending where the noise is coming from, but he no longer stares at them, willing her to appear.
No, now he's lost, confused, and sad. He wanders the apartment, meowing, and doesn't want to let me out of his sight. The window's open, and he goes outside only for a few minutes before coming back in and crying at me.
When I came home from the shelter yesterday, I presented him with my hands and sleeves, and let him take his time sniffing at them. He was rather curious, and halfway through, gave me a very scathing look...but at the end, he was cool with it.
Yes. I am a crazy cat lady.
No, now he's lost, confused, and sad. He wanders the apartment, meowing, and doesn't want to let me out of his sight. The window's open, and he goes outside only for a few minutes before coming back in and crying at me.
When I came home from the shelter yesterday, I presented him with my hands and sleeves, and let him take his time sniffing at them. He was rather curious, and halfway through, gave me a very scathing look...but at the end, he was cool with it.
Yes. I am a crazy cat lady.