That’s the cat equivalent of “baby steps,” right?

I wrongly assumed it was the long corridor at the rental house that was freaking out Data. It’s not that at all. IT’S THIS:

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Ha.

I realized it yesterday when I saw Data run by the office (where the ceiling fan is) in to the back room with this look on his face:

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Poor guy.

But the good news is, he was brave enough to go in to the office this morning! Kitten steps! Ha ha.

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The office has french doors, and when we first visited the house, I thought Data would want to be in that room all the time, looking in to the back yard! I even set up his tower of judgment there, so he could laze by the doors in comfort. It never crossed my mind that the fan might freak him the eff out.

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Eh, I am sure in no time, he’ll be in there ALLΒ the time, on my desk, meowing in my face, when I am trying to work.

Steven reminded me that the new house has a ceiling fan too, in the living area. But it’s on a high sloped ceiling so I hope it doesn’t have quite as strong as an effect…

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