Steinbeck is Freaked.


We brought Steinbeck to NY with us, but he has stayed hiding beneath the bed. Weirdly, he was cool for two days. But, then, a couple of days ago, he ran under under there and refuses to come out. We brought his cat box to the edge of the bed and he will run out to pee, but then he goes back.

And he doesn't seem to be totally freaked because we hear him purring, and he lets us scratch him on the chin if we reach under.

Jim finally got him to eat something out in the room, but then he ran back.

Poor baby.
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