My cat went through a lot of stress. I took him with me to Nashville. He was always really good in the car - didn't need to be in a pet carrier or anything. He'd just lay down in the back seat and chill out. When I moved though, we got him in my dad's F350 and he looked at him like "Oh shit. This is for real, isn't it!?"

After we got moved into my sister's apartment, I'd try to keep him in, but he insisted on being outside, so I let him. He stayed gone for like a week at one point, stopped eating for the most part and would drink water out of the pool (it gave him diarrhea major), so he'd poop a lot. He went from being a well-formed, muscular cat to being skin and bones. You could count his ribs. He missed Home and my dog (they were best friends). So after a few months, I finally moved him back into my old house. It was for the best. He gained all of his weight back and then some quickly. BUT, then he was mad at me 'cuz I didn't -stay- there with him & my dog (my dog was also upset that I was no longer there all the time. He went through a lot of depression, I think, before he passed away. He was sick all the time and lost quite a bit of weight as well). Anywho. When I'd go home for the Summer, Garfield (my cat) would flat out ignore me for a good 2 or 3 weeks.