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Calmest day so far. Moby watched Eleanor chasing a toy mouse, interested but not glaring, even approaching her with curiosity. No hissing at all, no moaning. Took him outside last evening, and Sebastian sat among the flax. Moby approached him, got hissed at, retreated. Perhaps a moment of insight. Very reluctant to come inside, so probably not exactly that. This morning, less of the hesitation to cross the threshold.

Let her have run of the house for the first time overnight. She mostly slept on me. Until Moby stomped up at 0400 to get D up for food. She exited, he returned and slept on me the rest of the night. Which he hasn't done for months - but then he often doesn't sleep on us in the summer. After I got up, at some point she hopped back up on the bed, with D and Moby.

She is a much smaller cat. Perhaps seven to his ten pounds. But when the blender frightened her, and she hid, then kneaded the sheepskin, I gave her a bit of catnip. Moby fascinated, so he approached her. She batted at him, to his consternation. No harm, but we have to remember she spent as much time in the shelter as he did, and has her own damage.

We can all understand this.

More time, all the time needed.