Coming Out of the Dark

This post will be much more inspirational if you will sing the Gloria Estevan song by the same title to yourself while reading.

Priss was the first 4-legged baby to join our family, and she did so in late Nov/early Dec 2000, right before we moved from Stk to WP. So for a few days she lived with Jero and Penny at the little house, then for a few days she lived with us on Ward Drive, then we moved to the apartment. We lived there for the next year and a half, but that's also where we introduced TWO dogs (Lucy then Molly) and another cat (Poco) into her life. You would think all the moving and new siblings would have made her like change -- wrong. She hates change. She must be related to my side of the family. When we moved to our first house, she stayed in the carrier traumatized for most of the first day. She only came out at night for her first look around. So I shouldn't have been surprised that this move was so traumatic for her. But I guess the move at her age coupled with Elliott and Carl Wheezer (SAD, still so SAD) was just too much for her. For 5 months she has not left the laundry room/master bedroom area. Her kingdom was limited to 2 rooms. But finally, as of this weekend, she has decided that CW must really be gone, and that she can still run really fast from Elliott -- which is good for her weight issues. It was like the return of the former Priss. Or, in Harry Potter terms, she has been reborn from the ashes.