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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