Scout, our most recent addition to the Terrenoire household is thriving. Spring-loaded, she leaps about the house, barely touching the floor, snatching at loose clothing, fingers, ceiling fans, clouds, passing planes and satellites.
On Sunday we couldn't locate the remote. We found it. That's it up there.
At least she didn't gnaw on the business end.
Scout seems damn happy to be living with us, and why wouldn't she? Better than dodging traffic, an orphan on the Interstate.
And these little mishaps aside, we're pretty happy to have her with us. We're not rested, but happy.
ADOBE UPDATE: The power has arrived.