This morning she jumped onto my keyboard and activated a voice inside the computer which verbalised everything I did with the mouse and keyboard from then on. It took me five minutes to figure out where the "deactivate" button was.
Later, she had me grovelling through undergrowth at dusk to retrieve her from a narrow part of our boundary fence. I lost a clump of hair on a tree branch in the execution of my grande jette through native bush.
She is now plotting her exit via closed curtains, locked doors, bolted windows and grilled air vents.
Thank goodness she is still a baby and eventually keels over exhausted - usually in a long sausage shape, neatly tucked between us in bed.
Learning to snore thankfully is still on her "To Do" list.
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