Some people’s cats may be proud, haughty creatures who are just as happy with you gone as around.
Mine? They’re more like 3-year-olds, at least in terms of clinginess and the need to be constantly entertained. Shakey’s always following us around, and hanging out in whatever room we’re in. Which would be great on its own – but there is also his love of boxes.
Which is why I now need to have two boxes around – one for whatever I’m packing, and one for Shakey.
And of course, I need to stick random pieces of cardboard in his box once in a while, to keep him entertained with “hunting” – just so he doesn’t get bored and jump back into my much more exciting box.