Tuxedo hates it when I leave the house. As soon as I start to get dressed, she knows the deal. She circles me and screams at the top of her lungs. She sounds like I’m beating her. She follows me from room to room as I try to get ready to leave, crying the entire time. I feel guilty for leaving her.
Eventually she will lay across the threshold of the door so I have to walk over her to get out of the room. Then she’ll grab my legs and hold on like a toddler holding on to her mother’s legs. I can’t walk. I have to pick her up off of me.
I try to trick her. I wait until she’s occupied with something else. Then I open the door and attempt to go through and close it before she knows what’s happened.
But Tuxedo is really fast on her feet. No matter where she is, when I open my door, she zooms outside. Then she runs up and down the stairs. She is too fast for me to catch her. I usually wait until she has had enough and return to the apartment. Sometimes by that time, she has decided to allow me to leave.
The worst part is coming home. The minute I start to walk up the stairs, I can hear her crying through the door. I feel like a selfish person, leaving my poor cat by herself. When I open the door, Tuxedo is right there, and starts to cry. As I change clothes, she will continue to cry and follow me around until she is satisfied that I am home for good. She will jump on the bed and take a nap. I take one with her, and when we wake up, we are both refreshed.
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