Traumatized and lonely

Poor Victor Kiriakis still hasn't gotten over his cross-country adventure, it seems. Each day when I return to work, I find him under one of the beds, possibly just waking up. I wonder if he spends the entire day under a bed while I'm gone.

And when I'm home, he follows me around and meows the entire time. The strangest behavior is that his little front paws don't stop moving. Even when he's sitting still, his little paws knead and knead whatever's nearest: the ground, the wall, the couch, my belly, etc.

Hopefully, he'll snap out of this funk ... just in time to move into the city!