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Maybe it's working! She slept on the Wooden Box and I slept on next door's chair. I saw her little face poke out our front door once but I looked away and she didn't bother me again until later in the day, when I came back and sat out front of our house. Then there was a little prrt? of greeting and my sister walked up to me. We touched noses and washed each other's faces. I think by then we'd both had enough Personal Space and wanted company again.