I say "tumor" because it's not that he's a potato... he won't leave the couch!
I'll update a proper blog later, but to fill you in enough: I officially own Waffle as of 12 hours ago, but he's visited my house for the past 3 days. In those 3 days, he's been freaked the F out by my two cats, ran around the house crazily, ran around the backyard crazily, panted so much I was afraid he was going to die, ate one meal but didn't finish it (!!!), slept in my bed, told me where he wanted his crate put.... ANYWAYS.
The first day I brought him home, he followed me upstairs and went in my room and then didn't come out. This makes sense to me because I was visiting him a lot over at Terri's house so me and my scent are the most familiar things to him right now. I couldn't get him to leave, though. Like, he would come out of the room, but as soon as I started walking into another room (or godforbid, down the stairs) he would rush back into a corner in my bedroom and peek out from around the bed. He does something similar with the couches. My cats don't sit on the couch seats, only on the backs of the couches. So, I guess he feels like he's safe to sit on the couches, which is great! I love him sitting next to me. But, he won't get down. I've been needing to get his leash and lead him off the couch. So that's what's going on. You can see how that gets annoying fast, too. If I want to take him outside, I have to leash him before we even get to the door. If I want to bring him downstairs (so he can pee, I have no problems with him staying holed up in my room otherwise), I have to forcibly remove him from my room and carry him downstairs. I don't want this to become more of a habit than it is.
I'm kind of worried. Like, I know he's glued to my room/the couches because he feels safer, but at the same time I can't help but think something may be wrong! Do I just attempt to correct this with treats and training and stuff? Or do you think it may go away on its own... he used to not want to come inside without me leashing him, but this morning he walked right in. Ack! I'm just worried. It's funny how I went straight into Mom mode as soon as I brought him home.