A blog entry wouldn't be complete without a Neville story. Neville was by himself for the first time this weekend. When we returned, he had thrown up in the living room and ate very little all weekend. He didn't leave my side the whole night. When we went to bed, he came up, but around 1:30 he decided to meow and wanted playtime. Well, in the past we would just kick him out when he gets playful at night, so last night wasn't any different. Usually, he comes downstairs and we don't see him until morning...but not last night. After we kicked him out, he stood outside our door, howled, and pawed on the door. Because I didn't want to give in, I let him cry, but after an hour of it I knew neither of us would get any sleep if we let him continue. So at 2:30AM, I crawled into my old twin bed in the guest bedroom, played with Neville, and let him cuddle with me. He did eventually fall back asleep, and left on his own at 5:00AM. I usually get up at 6:00, so I had an hour to sleep. He was back outside the door at 6:00 looking for food.
So the bottom line of the Neville story: He still has separation anxiety. He acted like he was attached to me when we first brought him home, but then he got over it and started to become more independent. I guess when we left for the weekend, he thought we (when I say "we" I really mean "I" because he doesn't really care whether Chance is here or not) were never coming home. Not sure if in the future we will be able to leave him or have someone come in on Saturday to feed him and give him some attention. I hope this separation anxiety doesn't last too long!