To facilitate our familiarity, I moved my computer into the bedroom. This way I am often in the same room with her doing my work quietly, or sometimes watching a show. Circe, my black cat, has taken to sitting on my cheerful yellow bedspread (a color I needed during the doldrums of our long, early spring) and so the three of us are often in this room. Imja, my honey colored cat, remains annoyed that we won't join her in the outer spaces, sometimes yowling plaintively. Although some have give the advice that another dog would be just the ticket to connect with me and draw Bella further out of her shell, I don't see how I could manage that within the evolving politics of the household.
I am feeling better. Since so much of our experience of life is constituted by our projections onto one another, it is hard to know whether my improved mood is influencing how I am seeing Bella, or even how she is feeling, but either way this scary mommy is feeling more confident in the slow progress of our bond.