Natasha certainly loves to keep me on my toes.
I have been keeping her out of the computer room until I figure out what to do with eliminating Scone's traces there - maybe I'll have to recarpet (which isn't a bad idea, anyway, given the carpeting in the house has been there since 1968 and wasn't in great shape when I moved in in 1992). Anyway, until then Natasha's been banished while Dad's on the computer. She just gets too excited and too determined to mark her territory (especially my lap). I can only change my pants so many times in a day.
This weekend was a real up-and-down time. All Saturday and Sunday until early evening, Natasha was as good as gold. She had started to explore when I was sitting on the couch or the recliner, rather than sticking close to my side or in my lap. It got to the point that when I said, "go explore", she'd jump down and look at things. At one point she hopped into the litter box I'd placed by the closet door, grabbed a big mouthfull of hay, and ran back at top speed to sit next to me and eat it. She's discovered she can get on the back of the sofa, so she'll sit in back of me and groom my head, and she loves to snuggle on my chest and kiss my face. There wasn't a trace of peeing outside her cage all week and into Sunday afternoon.
Then, Sunday around 5:00 I left my bedroom door open while Natasha was out. I heard a number of loud thumps from the room, and I found that Natasha was under my bed, thumping away. I was able to coax her out from under and comfort her, and got her out of the bedroom. After that, though, the independence was gone. She would only relax in my lap or against my chest, and she soaked my shirt over and over (five changes of shirt in one evening is too many, in my book).
I'm not sure what it was. She'd been under the bed before, but usually in the course of top-speed circuits of the house. I wonder if she just discovered Scone's smell under there? Or did something scare her? I just don't know. I had company for dinner, but that shouldn't have upset her - she knew both of them before she knew me, and was perfectly comfortable with them.
Oh well, back to the drawing board. She's lucky I love her and have lots of t-shirts.