Today was the day.
He was scooped up and put in his carrier, which I am sure conjured up bad memories involving visits to the vet. He yowled forlornly from the old house to the new.
I started him off in the basement so that he knew the location of his litter box. He immediately hid. You might remember that he hid for weeks when I first got him.
I didn't know how this would go, but after several hours of hiding, he began to 'talk' to me from the basement...he meows, I talk to him, he meows back. He came from his hiding place and so I simply picked him up and brought him upstairs.
I set him on our bed. I figured that would be a place familiar to him. He was very content, and from there he explored the rooms one by one.
I think he recognizes that he is home.
