If you’ve been around here a while, or read my previous post about Lars and his glorious emotional baggage, you know that this sweet boy has separation anxiety with a capital S-A. At home? He’s a dream. A slightly dramatic dream, but a dream nonetheless. He plays, purrs, eats well, snuggles like a pro and patrols the hallway like he’s got rent to pay...

When we adopted Lars and his sister Zigrit, we already had a cat sitter we trusted deeply. She’d been with us for years...she knew our house, our rhythms, our cats. She was part of the family. Lars, being young and still figuring things out, eventually accepted her as part of his new world. At first, he hid. Then, over time, he’d perch halfway down the stairs to watch her from a safe distance...