We own a cat.
Her name at the shelter was Panache. We might try to change that. She's black with white feet, much like Floyd was.
They told Jen to pick a room and let her out there. We chose our bedroom. She dove right under the bed and wouldn't come out. We took turns sitting with her. She'd poke her head out now and then. While we were eating dinner she came out to say hello.
Progress is being made.
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