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Daddy is really starting to like this playing thing. He’s relaxing more by the minute, it seems.
And he was so against coming indoors.
Thankfully, he did come in. This month / 2018. He wasn’t happy about it for a while. I had to lock him in when he came in to eat. He literally threw himself against the door when I locked it. He spent about a week, hiding (and pooping out of fear) under the chair he likes to sit on now.
I still can’t touch him, nor Mama, nor Smarty girl, nor Batcat. But they’re getting closer to me and being less fearful. Daddy is playing not six feet from me. I am so proud of how far he has come. Bless him. 💜