Well I told you that the time would come when she could leap tall furniture in a single bound. She came, she saw, she conquered. And she says thanks for upholstering the chair long ago in anticipation of her coppery tones.
Truth is, I think for the moment she’s forgotten that she has this superpower. I don’t intend to remind her, and the chair that has been in the family for a century now contains only my relatively indestructible (he says) Carhartt jacket and pants that will ostensibly survive a minute of mastication and live to tell the story.
Speaking of stories: we had a momentary mystery yesterday.
I was busy in the kitchen when I heard Gandy growl. She never growls. I went to investigate, and found her sitting at high alert at the top of the step that drops into the front room where my desk and computer, the love seat and coppery chair and the wood stove live. She was disturbed by something she was seeing in that room.
Lo and behold, SOMEBODY had pulled over the wicker basket full of twigs and kindling, and the contents had spilled across the carpet. And I would have never known, had she not been vigilant, to warn me of this terrible crime.
The investigation continues.