OK, I got down to the human's house just as she was pulling in. Perfect timing. I parked my car behind hers so that she was not leaving until I got my kitty. (I had the strangest feeling that she had fallen in love with MY kitty and I wasn't going to get her). Took ChanKahli home and left her in the carrier while I fixed up the room for her. NO ONE came to investigate. NO ONE. So I finished fixing up the room, brought the carrier into the bathroom, took ChanKahli out and held her and loved her. (By the way 8 weeks is so much better than 6 weeks, she was twice the size I had seen her, and her colors were more pronounced). Showed her the food, water, litterbox, towel, blanket and left her with a jingly ball to play with and set the third gate in place.
Boy, did I feel satisifed with myself. I puttered around the house, doing this and that and waiting for the confrontation.........that never came. NO ONE came over to investigate who or what was in the bathroom. NO ONE.
So I figured I would give it the acid test and I left the house to walk to the mailbox, 15 minutes out of the house, max. Just as I am walking up to the house with the mail, I hear a "thump" and I'm thinking, "What the *&^& is that? I don't have anything that goes thump." I opened the door, walked into the house and ChanKahli was in the kitchen.
I don't know how that kitten got out of that bathroom, but again, NO ONE was even paying attention. I either have three older cats that are so profoundly depressed that they are catatonic, or they are psychic, and knew she was coming.
I took ChanKahli to work with me today, we have a skeleton crew today, in a office with 15 people in it, I think we will have 3, so ChanKahli and I can really get acquainted.
I know she is not Diddo, but she has the same personality that Diddo did, and I have to tell you, my heart is just singing. The hole in my heart and in my life has been healed.