When we arrived home I confined Dania to my bedroom and adjacent bathroom as the breeder had recommended. I let her out of the carrier next to the litter box and was glad to see she understood she was to use it and not the carpet. (This was a very important point for me.) Dania was very shy and didn't want to be picked up though I did carry her through the townhouse so she could see it. I spent a lot of time doing things in the bed room talking to her in hopes she would get use to me. Once in bed for the night with lights out - how should I put this - all hell broke lose. Dania became very vocal, crying and crying, getting up on the dresser telling the cat in the mirror how unhappy she was. Then she went to the bathroom, got on the sink, and told the cat in the bathroom mirror how unhappy she was. Trips from the bathroom to the bedroom went on for some time. She talked to the cat in the mirrors but would never let me near her. Dania filannly calmed down or I went to sleep, its hard to tell. Needless to say, I felt sorry for her but, she was eating, drinking and using the litter box. I let her explore the townhouse and check out things. Dania wanted nothing to do with me. I spent the next two and a half weeks telling my coworkers that my cat hated me. Everyone, including the breeder, kept encouraging me and telling me to "just give her time." I was able to corner her a couple of times picking her up and holding her a few minutes. I tried to do this to get her use to me but not to frighten her or make her feel trapped. Little by little she learns to trust me.

The breeder had told me to feed her caned food every night in the bedroom as we went to bed so she would eat and settle down and sleep. She had done this for her and I wanted to maintain the routine. So every night I fixed the food and took it upstairs as we went to bed and I shut the door so she would not roam the house at night. After about a week and half, one night Iwas doing laundry and discovered the items in the dryer were not quite done. Realizing I had more to carry up than I could manage in one load I prepared Dania's dish and carried it upstairs with a few other things. She followed as usual. However when I came back downstairs and sat down to watch TV while the cloths finished drying this did not meet with Dania's approval one bit. Dania came down the steps, sat on the bottom step, and preceded to tell me in no uncertain terms this was not how thing were done. (There is nothing like being scold by a cat that won't let you pet her.) When I told the breeder about it she laugh and said; "once you go upstairs to bed you don't come back down stairs those are the rules." This was the first of many times Dania has expressed her opinion about my behavior (she has a hard human to train but she seems up to the task).