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kybearfuzzNo real progress on the cat front. When I got home, I found no proof that he had been out of the laundry room. I"m sure he had been.
I opened the door to the storage space and found him lounging near the door, but still out of arm's reach. I was doing my back & biceps workout today, so I left the door open. I was hoping that it would be like he was in the room, seeing how he could see me and I could see him.
Instead, in typical cat fashion, he got up and crawled further into the storage space, turning his back toward me. Sigh.
So I shut the door again to give him the privacy he wants. I check on him every hour or so to make sure things are okay. He just gives me resting bitch face and then curls back up.
I keep hoping the looming weekend will improve things.
I opened the door to the storage space and found him lounging near the door, but still out of arm's reach. I was doing my back & biceps workout today, so I left the door open. I was hoping that it would be like he was in the room, seeing how he could see me and I could see him.
Instead, in typical cat fashion, he got up and crawled further into the storage space, turning his back toward me. Sigh.
So I shut the door again to give him the privacy he wants. I check on him every hour or so to make sure things are okay. He just gives me resting bitch face and then curls back up.
I keep hoping the looming weekend will improve things.
