Living With a Cat Who Has Separation Anxiety
My cat relives his trauma every time I go away
If it were up to my cat Rumi, I would never leave the house. You see, I am Rumi’s entire world.
In the morning I awaken to him walking on top of me, and positioning himself on the pillow next to my head.
He follows me around like my little shadow. I can’t even enter the restroom without him trying to get in. And when he can’t get in, he patiently waits outside the door until I come out.
Often I will be busy writing or cleaning up the house, or even sleeping, and I will hear Rumi meowing forlornly in the house.
At this point, I will have to call out to him in response. Then he’ll come running to me and snuggle into my lap, purring.
When I come home after being out, he runs to greet me and then rolls around the rug in happiness.
And then I go away
My boy Rumi is a sweet cat. He doesn’t claw up my furniture and uses his litter box. But then I go away.
It could be a short trip or a long one. Rumi hates it. The rare occasions he’s sprayed outside his box have been when I’ve been away.
