The plan was to talk to her calmly and for her to feel comforted and safe. The plan... was a bust.
![Laughing :lol:](./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif)
Oh well. She's sleeping on my pillow contently... so I get to lint roll that before I go to bed. If you go in the bedroom (I'm leaving the door open because Tyler won't walk on the hardwood floors... will not, can not, has not in years, so there's no chance of him going after the cats) and Tyler's not around, Emmy is herself. All affection and nuzzles. But as soon as she hears the dog coming, she bolts under the bed, OR -- my new favorite -- behind the headboard, on the window sill, just her eyes peeking over.
We'll all be okay, just gonna take time. And, for me, Neosporin.
![Rolling Eyes :roll:](./images/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif)