He's gotten brave in the last week, he's been going into the room where The Bath happened (two weeks ago). Not spending much time, but it's definitely a step in the right direction.
That said, he did have a flashback once. I was doing my makeup before going out for the evening and he walked into the bathroom, looked around, and our interaction essentially went like this:
Him (growling): I DON'T LIKE IT IN HERE.
Me: So why are you here? You can just leave.
Him (growling): ...I THINK I WILL.
He stopped growling as soon as he passed through the doorway.
Since then, he's been in and out with no problems.
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| Photo relevant, but not from the evening mentioned. |
At least once that we've seen (and possibly once more while we were both at work) he's managed to start the Roomba. Suddenly, the silent house beetle he'd been standing on sang a little song and whirred to life! I was not fast enough to get a photo of the look on his face, but it was decidedly bewildered.
He doesn't seem to be all that afraid of it, though. Cautious, but once in a while he'll let it bump into him, so he's not always on guard around it.
Any time I'm in the kitchen and holding something – plate, spoon, box, jar, it doesn't seem to matter – he gets all excited and wants to check it out. He pretends like he wants to climb up my leg, but he has problems coordinating anything in the 'up' direction, so he mostly ends up rotating halfway around and landing on his feet facing the wrong direction.
Sometimes I'll lean down and let him sniff whatever it is I'm holding. At least, I think that's what he's trying to do. He often ends up high fiving it instead, which is awkward if the thing is a spoon with something wet or sticky on it, because then he has an icky paw he doesn't want to put on the ground (or let me clean it). And then he looks all betrayed like it's something I intentionally did to him.
Mr. Magoo is being fostered in Cambridge, MA through the Gifford Cat Shelter. Please contact them if you are interested in adopting him!
