I was only gone for a few days!

My cat is traumatized. I dropped him off at the kennel for a few days, so that I could go to Charleston to see John Mayer and Michael Franti in concert. When I made my way back to the kennel today to pick up my little Jake, he was buried in his cage under a big pillow, hiding. The attendant said she put the pillow in his cage to make him feel better. And she suggested I bring him in more often, so that he could learn to be a bit more social.

Anyway, he's been meowing like crazy since we've been back, and has been asleep at my feet on and off all afternoon. During his brief periods of sleep, he's moaned and cried out and tossed and turned like he's having nightmares of me dropping him off again. He wakes when I get up to move about and he cries out and loudly meows at me. He is so spoiled. I thought he would have a good time. When I left him there, it was to a room full of other cats and kitties, including two ferrets. But I guess being in a room full of other feline creatures was a bit much for my little one!

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