I think I figured out why Freya felt so threatened when I sat down - I was in front of her only exit. She felt cornered. I kept going back out there, talking to her and sitting on the side of the carrier. That did the trick and once I …

Well, now I’m officially freaked. When I brought Freya home, I put her in the laundry room. That’s the eat and poop room and I figured that as the most important place for her to visit first. There’’s a cat door into the main bit of the house and figured …

Now that I’m listening to hissing and fighting, I’m not sure it was the brightest thing to do, but I adopted a cat from a local humane society today. She’s 5 years old, her name is Freya, she’s a lovely calico and is very quiet and shy…as long as Miri …