Tuesday night. Her second night home and she was still recovering from surgery. But not that you could tell from her insistent requests to leave the large crate.
"For a few minutes" I tell her. "Your tummy needs to heal."
Not that you know from watching her. I turned her loose in just the bathroom. Away from the dog and in a small space. She rubbed my legs. Jumped to the next highest vantage point. Back to my legs to rub. Then up a bit higher. Not a bit timid. She looked around as though she's checking to make sure everything is in it's place.
Tonight, she has explored the rest of the place, for a few minutes at a time. As though she owns the place. Mittens the Queen.
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