A cowrin, tim’rous beastie when he first came to our home, Bryn found a quiet corner and hid behind a desk in the living room – we gave him time and space to get over the trauma of the day (road trip with Pat, check-up at the vet, back in another car to bring him to us).
Once he eventually relaxed a little, he ventured out to explore his new surroundings. Ours is an upstairs flat and Bryn took a few days to get used to the stairs (and he still hasn’t quite got the hang of the wooden floors).