Since I know everyone is waiting on an update on Mickey, here it is:
He is no longer afraid and hiding, he is very happy hanging out in the bedroom and sleeping with me, it was only a couple of weeks when he hid in the closet, and he will venture out into the rest of the house, but only when I am there. Yesterday, when Mom and I were watching the VaTech game (Go Hokies!) he came out and sat on my lap. But he still, after 2 months, distrusts Mom. And Mom is the cattiest cat person of all-time, she loves cats and cats love her. And I have left it to her to feed him most of the time. I thought that by now, after the initial shock of moving, that he would be her lap cat by now.
I am writing this from the basement in my parents house, where I have set up a computer and TV. Scrolling up, I did not go into many details about how Mickey and Me (forgive the grammar) came to be here. I was laid off in NJ, my lease was up end of the month, good chance to see my parents until I decided what I was going to do. But this basement is cat heaven, at least 800 sg ft of room to explore, old kitchen cabinets that were moved down here from when my parents got new ones and my Dad moved them down for storage for his tools, old bookcases now empty, except for one with 500 of my Dad’s CDs, old high school yearbooks, many shelves of spray paint and paint remover and rust remover, old LPs and high school textbooks, many shelves for Mickey to explore.
But he will not come down the stairs. I have tried to entice him many times, I have sat on the second step and reached out to pet him, I have put food out, I have sprayed cat nip. Right now he is at the top of the stairs, meowing, but he will not take that first step.
As if it makes any difference to a cat. If they have food and feel safe and can get their 16 hours of sleep every day, and plenty of love from their owner (sorry, Human companion) I think they are happy.