But they are making progress. Slowly. I’m sitting with the door open right now and Leila is lying in a small patch of sun out in the open while Loki hides from the cold under the covers in the bedroom. Her little feet are twitching as she chases something in her dreams. I leave the door open when I’m up and around the house most of the time now, in the hopes that they’ll gradually desensitize. Loki no longer races for the door when it opens because he’s used to being able to pass freely back and forth, and Leila doesn’t always dart under the stairs or lunge for the top of the fridge when the door’s open.