She’s starting to relax and explore the place. This morning she even got up on the couch, while I was there with Phurball in my lap, and had a sniff around the back of the couch where he usually sleeps. Phurball’s eyes were huge; he seemed to be asking me, “Aren’t you going to do something about this?!” But no, I was no help at all, and she finished her examination and went on her way.
She spent about twenty minutes this morning exploring the upstairs, meowing frequently. I don’t know if she’s still looking for her family, or if she’s just antsy—I think she’s looking for a suitable place to nest.
Shortly before he left for school, my youngest son noticed that she wanted to go into the basement. Phurball has him well-trained, and he opened the door for her. I made several searches through the basement before I found her and herded her back upstairs; the basement is chilly and piled with crap and I didn’t want her down there unsupervised. Must remember to tell the kids not to open the basement door for her.