My little Ema arrived with me yesterday. She’s only 8 weeks old, and you can tell right away how much she’s still in shock—everything is new, everything smells different, everything sounds different. So her fear is completely understandable. The moment I’m gone, even for a short time, she starts crying. Last night, she only calmed down when I held her close on the couch for hours, like my heartbeat was telling her, You’re safe.
In the morning, I placed her—still stiff with tension—into her playpen. In there, she has everything she needs: a litter box, water, food, toys, and a scratching post so she has a protected spot she can retreat to.
But as soon as I got back into bed, the crying started again until it woke me up. She’s barely eaten anything except a few treats, hasn’t had any water yet, and hasn’t used the litter box—every sign that she’s simply still too scared.
And still: I already love her so much. I’m not mad at her—not even a little. I just want to help her get through this first phase in a good way—calmly, patiently, and with a lot of care. Ema is a tiny, gentle baby who just needs time to understand that she’s finally safe here.
