This is not the update I was hoping to share with you all 😔 After a long day of being out the house (which is not typical), I walked into his room to clean his litter box. I had my back faced towards him as I was crouched over scooping his box. He quietly sneaked up from behind and attacked my leg. I screamed because I was so caught off guard, and he immediately backed off. You can see how terrified he is in the aftermath. Bruno almost looks like he regrets it and looks sorry. He seems just as confused as me. I’m totally fine. Nothing some neosporin and bandaids can’t fix. I’m more so upset because it feels like such a major set back. I have several ideas as to what triggered this, but his behavior has been largely unpredictable and has felt confusing to me. I feel nervous sharing this with everyone, but I know how invested you all are on Bruno’s journey. I don’t want to sugar coat anything. Moments like this can feel really disheartening… but I need to remind myself that progress isn’t always linear. I don’t know what this journey holds for us, but I am committed to giving him all the love, time, and patience he needs to work through this together 💗