I returned to a house I believed I once lived in, but which was not any real house from my past. I had been away for two years, and everything else had been moved from this old house to my new place long before. But now I was returning to get one of the cats (the oldest, Diva) to finally bring her to the new place. She was all alone in this big old empty house, with only a food dish and a litter box. Both seemed to have been tended, so perhaps I was showing up all along and keeping things maintained, but she'd been in the house, basically alone, for two years and boy was she grumpy. I think she knew that the other two (younger) cats had already moved to the new place months and months earlier.
