I am one seriously scared kitty. Tonight Mom saw me in our room, and saw that I was really far from the door, so she shut the door. She knows I hate the door being shut. How else can I escape from her if the door is shut? I ran around for a while and tried to hide from her and she tried to tempt me with Temptations. I wasn't having any of those. I kept hissing at her, and I finally tried to hide behind the shears. She got our crocheted blanket that is a squillion miles big, and threw it over me, and wrapped me up in it, and shoved me in a box. I couldn't really see where I was because there was no way I was coming out from under the blanket. It was the only thing keeping me safe in there. I could hear her getting some stuff together and then the box started moving. It moved for a couple of minutes and then it was put down, and the box door was opened, and Mom started to move the blanket. She moved it enough for me to see I could escape that horrid box, and I ran and hid.
Mom here: I feel horrible. Cody was crying and hissing at me when I shut the door, but it was the perfect opportunity to get him. He got very calm once he was in the PTU and stopped crying, but as you can see from the top picture, he did cry a couple of times in my room in my new place. I put him in there because I do have roommates and there is a strange woofie he hasn't had the chance to meet yet. I will be moving the rest of us in tomorrow. I can't leave him alone longer than a night. He truly hates being shut up, but until I can be there to make sure everyone knows the rules about closed outside doors, it is for the best, and I will feel horribly guilty until then.