Boris has gotten increasingly anxious about Craig and I leaving, I assume as a result of his past. Recently, he’s taken it out in interesting ways, starting with dragging coats off of the sofa, moving my shoes into the pile, and dragging clothes over from the bedroom, and centralizing it in his area. He didn’t damage any of our personal belongings, just moved them. Then he got into my backpack while we were at dinner on sunday night and ate everything, tampons, my migraine medicine, etc. Craig went home from work early yesterday as he’s been sick, and found this:
We need to work on ways to keep him from getting upset that we’re gone.