If you think moving is stressful, imagine what went through our pets’ thoughts when they saw boxes upon boxes being packed, furniture disarranged, and everything in our old home to which they’re accustomed being turned upside down. The family managed to live with the mess for two months. But what about our pets? One of the many considerations of the move was the feelings of our pets. How do we make them feel comfortable towards their new home? Can we teach old cats new tricks? Will they escape and walk back to their old home?
My dear husband refused to bring the pets with him when we drove by convoy to our new home. Humphrey the Boxer pup, Kylee the sassy Siamese Cat, Lady the Royalty Cat, my daughters L and M all rode in my SUV. Humphrey wedged in between the two girls behaved quite well . Kylee and Lady inside one carrier looked like two very pissed tigers. What torture for Lady. She sqwalked all the way from Makati to the other end of Pasig.
Her wailing meows must have irritated Kylee to his limits that the latter bit Lady’s face. A cat fight ensued. Oh dear. Humphrey ignored the meows as he was being needy. He was still nursing a hurt paw. Despite the pets’ nervous state, my two girls just laughed it off as I continued to drive merrily to our new home.
When we arrived , we immediately placed the cat’ carrier in a spare room so as not to confuse them even more with all the movers running here and there. It was Kylee’s turn to fret.
Such pitiful cries but I didn’t have time to attend to them so the girls comforted the scaredy cats.
Humphrey , the pup who I thought had a broken paw must have had high levels of adrenalin because he was jumping all over the front yard. Not with excitement but with fright! New sounds, New surroundings. That was the good news. Humphrey adjusted within a day.
The ordeal has not ended for the cats. They are constantly crouching as if waiting for an attacker. Adjusting to our new home seemed like tense and frightening experience for our cats. For days now, they have been hiding under beds, couches , the oven or the bodega (storage room).
Worried, I asked my husband. “Do you think they are depressed?” “Should I bring them to the vet?”
Butch laughed “What will the vet prescribe? Zoloft?”
I had to agree. Maybe all the cats need are lots of cuddling and talk therapy. (The Siamese “talks/meows” back)
Maybe it takes time.
Let’s see them adapt in the next few weeks. Even I have to adjust to my new routine. Butch has to adjust to the long ride to and from work. We are all adjusting.