The past week I was visiting my nephews, and while there, P had discovered an outlandish hole in one of the doors there. A hole in the wall? Yes, a hole in the wall, but this was not a mundane or impractical hole in the wall, it was a kitty door.
The hole next to a Diet Mist can for size comparison.
P feared the kitty door, even though the thing he relishes most was closed behind it, FOOD!
That's pure fear in his eyes.
Determined to train him to conquer his fear, P and I spent hours just trying to get him to muster up the courage just to walk through. Even after an hour a day, for three days, P refused to walk through the door without some sort of inspiration, T Bonz.
The furtherest we got, was P feeling comfortable enough to put his head through. Maybe on our next trip, he’ll be able to master the elusive hole.
