I feel like this might be long, but I don't care. I'm elated.
It's been a week since we moved in and in that week our anxiety-ridden, neurotic, IBD-suffering skeleton of a cat has not had one litterbox accident. Before, 1-2 accidents per day were the norm. I was seriously considering buying stock in Clorox wipes and Nature's Miracle. Now? Not one accident.
Beyond that, she is visibly happier than I have seen her in at least four years. She turns everything she finds on the floor into a toy and drags her toys in her mouth to us so we play with her. She's been grooming and cuddling with our other cat, which he's always wanted but she's never done.
I am so happy to not be cleaning up kitty poo every day. I'm even happier that my baby girl is seemingly a well-adjusted, happy (not just happy - almost kitten-like!) kitty. In the last week she has gained a whole pound.
I almost wonder if there was something about our old place that brought all of this on (previous owners had a cat, downstairs neighbors smoked, etc.), but I'm pushing that all out of my mind and just living in the moment of having a happy kitty meowing on my chest every morning, even if it's at 5am.