Back in the pre-cellar flood days, Patches used to enjoy hiding out downstairs. She also seemed to think she wasn’t allowed there too because anytime someone would catch her she sprint up the stairs at a world record pace.
After the floor and the walls were ruined we made sure the door was always closed to keep her out. Safety first, right?
Now that the construction is complete we were planning on letting her explore again. Tonight Jen and I spent a few minutes just enjoying the space. Patches snuck down the stairs and, after a lot of reassurance from us, joined us on the new couch.
She was a little hyper. This was the best picture I got. She’s both furry and blurry.