It seems like for a while, when it was really cold outside, Stacy was hanging around with me a lot but now that the weather is a little better she has started disappearing during the day again. She wears the clothes I like to chew on and roars around and then she leaves out the front door without saying "I'll be right back". I know what that means, and when she doesn't say it she might stay away for hours. I have been getting pretty anxious about this "leaving" business.
Yesterday when she was struggling at the door to get her mud boots off, I saw my chance and pushed past her into the house. I immediately saw that the Dobby-Gate was open so I walked on into the kitchen. I could hear her saying bad words to her boots, now, but I saw that the door to the hall was open, too, so I kept going. I love that feeling of carpet on my toes and started to turn a lazy circle in the doorway but then she started saying "No, Dobby, no!" so I ran up the steps. I kept going to the bedroom, where I used to sleep when I was a baby, and where I used to play all the time. My favorite stuff is up there, like the Forbidden Closet, and my favorite under-the-desk lounging area. But I didn't get that far. I saw a most wondrous thing in my old sleeping corner: a brand new white rabbit rug! Even from far away I could tell it wasn't as nice (smelly) as my old one, but still it was such a beautiful sight that I just stopped right there, frozen in a classic capybara pose. Then, before I knew what was happening she pushed me out of the bedroom back into the hall. I started DOWN the stairs this time but I started to get mad until I saw- ha ha ha!- that my feet were making muddy footprints like a cartoon! So funny! But even though I kept trying to on the way out, she wouldn't let me poop or pee or even mark the rugs, so the excursion was somewhat of a failure from that standpoint. As a reconnaissance run, though, it was quite satisfactory. A little more practice, more confidence and determination, and I'll be rip snorting back up there in no time