The next few days were a blur of observation and introspection. I kept a journal, noting every interaction with Luna, every behavior that seemed out of the ordinary. Her bites were less frequent, but I approached each one with newfound curiosity. Was it a sign of affection? A plea for attention? Or something else entirely? I reviewed the notes Dr. Patel had given me, highlighting sections about stress indicators in cats and common triggers. « Change in environment, » one section read, « can lead to increased anxiety in pets. » I thought back to the last few months, the chaos of renovations, the shift to working from home. Had I inadvertently disrupted her world? One evening, as I sat on the couch, Luna jumped up beside me, nudging my hand with her head. I stroked her fur gently, feeling the tension ease from both of us. « We’ll figure this out, Luna, » I whispered, more to myself than to her. The bond between us felt delicate yet resilient, a testament to the silent language we were learning to speak together.
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