Day three.

Day three with Carly Simon brought another night of her blissfully sleeping in my bed and not moving until about 4am which wasn't so bad. It also brought another morning of her eating and trying to get in my lap and beg me not to leave. I once again crated her and shut the bathroom doors. Where would she be 8 hours later.....
Turns out she had escaped the crate, but not the bathroom. She had however jumped leaps and bounds to reach a silk tank and I found tiny black fur on the bathroom counter. I had Houdini and Michael Jordan all rolled into one. I was also minus a shirt.