The Little Stegosaurus

He's gonna be a wee fluffbag.

Isla, who has been gradually (very gradually) getting less stressed, has progressed from passing by the door of the spare room where Harris is quarantined as quickly as possible, to sitting opposite the hall staring when Harris is being noisy, to one moment of creeping to the door and sniffing at it tonight.

Saturday we're going to do an hour's room swap, just taking things very gradually.

Also, working from home days, when you can destress with a kitten, rock.