stacey ewing

So, last night I’m working on Part 3 of our thanksgiving adventure and I feel someone watching me. I look over to find HARRIET(!) sitting at the bottom of the steps. I froze, not wanting to scare her (this is the cat that has lived under the bed upstairs for the last four years) and after a minute she walked into the living room:

then she walked over to the love seat:

climbed up and sat on the arm!!!

She sat there for about 20 minutes until Terrifying Tim emerged from the studio.

Damn, I think Hell just froze over (guess I’d better stock up on some North Face winter gear, heh).