Titus is learning how to respect my space by waiting outside of the kitchen while I cook. If he tries to enter I block him with my body and move him away. No matter how stubborn he is, he doesn’t get to win. He can keep me company by settling down. The best place for him is outside of the kitchen where there’s no hot stove for him to rest his face on, nothing that might fall into his reach, and no worrying about tripping or bumping into him.
