We have some very normal, very ordinary interactions around the house during the day.
For example, sometime this morning I noticed the basement door was a little bit open, so I shut it.
Sometime this afternoon, I’m freshening my coffee and I hear a muffled “mrow?”
So I crack the door again and Maia comes *shooting* out. Mow? Mrow! Mow! Mow? Mrrrrrow? Mow! Mow.
Then she peed in the litter box, drank some water, and followed me around for about half an hour.
She is now sleeping within 3 feet of me. I move, she moves.
By “we,” I mean Maia and I. redmed lives here on nights and weekends.