She is finally out and about the whole house. She had a bed that my mother had gotten them for Christmas years ago, where she spent most of her time, so I guess that was her safe space. Now, it appears to be under the nightstand in my bedroom, although she is really enjoying the new cat tree, too. She has slowly been coming around for years, but it's only recently that she seems to understand I won't hurt her. I had company recently, and she very begrudgingly let one of my guests pet her. That was a first.

I meant to tell you, a stray dog adopted us when I was a kid, probably 12 or so, I guess. She was a little white terrier mix with black and orange spots, sort of like a calico version of a dog. Within short order, she gave birth to five puppies. So, we started calling her Momma Puppy. I tried to actually give names to the kids, but my mother actually called one of them "Momma Puppy's Puppy." Wow. Original!