|Something about this closet...|
I've even tried to pull open a few cabinet doors, but have so far managed to avoid getting my picture taken.
I especially like climbing on that box back in the corner, and they laugh at me when the top sinks in. Not sure what they find so funny...
One of their priorities was to get me in for a checkup. This is me making myself at home on the counter top while waiting to get poked and prodded.
All in all it wasn't too bad, since I've been through this a time or two over my 13 years.
I'm getting pretty comfortable now, and although it's been a few weeks I can still find things new and fascinating. They seem to think I'm getting used to them already, even though I'm still a little jumpy at times. Dad had to throw in this last one, which was taken on my first night here. Think I look relaxed?
|Love the split-color "smile"|