I walked out of the apartment while Milo was laying in his "nest". I walked down the hall towards the laundry room. I waited a moment, turned around and walked back. When I opened the door I found Milo laying in the hallway looking at the door.
Progress? Already? Or just a fluke?
I greeted him after a moment with a nonchalant (only verbal) "hello milo" and walked away. He remained laying in hallway. I called him over and gave him an ice cube. I told him he was a good boy. After gobbling up the ice cube he wandered off into the bedroom.
That in itself I find is a bit of progress. For the past few days he will not let me out of his sight. He's followed me around from room to room.
I wish he could talk and tell me what it was that has upset him so....