My beautiful wife Jennifer walked out of the living room and went into her daughter’s bedroom. That’s where our new cat, Sabrina, is staying until she and our first cat, Patches, get used to being in the house together.
As soon as she opened the door, Patches ran to the corner of the living room furthest away and literally hid behind a box. She looked so sad. I called her over to me. It took a few minutes but eventually she came. I pet her across the back once and then she took a couple of slow steps toward the door.
She hissed. She wasn’t even in the same room as Sabrina, and she couldn’t see her, but she looked in that direction and let out a long, loud hiss. I yelled out, stop and then Patches ran and hid under the couch for a couple of minutes before hiding in the corner again. This time I couldn’t coax her out. When I walked over to her she ran away.
I’m pretty sure it was the saddest thing I’ve ever seen. I really hope that adopting Sabrina wasn’t a mistake. I feel like we broke Patches’ heart.
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Did you leave open the opportunity to bring the cat back to the shelter? Because I hate to be a pessimist but it sounds like that might be something you might have to do. I feel really bad for Patches, she’s come such a long way and it sounds like she’s regressing!
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