That seemed to be Lily's impression of our downstairs when we let her take a stroll earlier this week. She skirted the furniture, sniffing and poking, making inquisitive noises the entire way. When we stepped too near, she seemed to get nervous. But as soon as I sat down on the floor, she came right up to me.
She looked left ...
... then right ...
... and decided she was happiest in her usual spot.
Did we mention that Lily is very much a lap kitty?
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