I feel for the poor thing.. I picked up Ettie, henceforth to be referred to as “our cat” :D, at 5 PM today. She wasn’t happy about the cage, or the car, or the ‘outside’ -understandably, outside is a big space without comfy warm spots- and things didn’t get much better when she got here. I put the bench in the living room. She then got herself tangled in the wires of the TV and finally hid in the TV-furniture. How? Well, I once -when we moved into our apartment- removed the back to accommodate for the wires of Sander’s amplifier. I really don’t want her there, so I opened it. On hindsight, it upset her, but best to correct her now that she’s new, it’s a lot harder to change bad habits later.