I'm flattered, but disturbed at the same time
Last night before he went to bed, dad asked me if I'd seen Simba -- at the time, I'd just wrangled her into my room and was getting her used to me again.* Today I asked mom about it and apparently Simba spent most of the time I was gone in hiding and started going outside more. At one point, she went missing for something like a week. Dad eventually went looking for her in the last direction he'd seen her going. He found her hiding in the long drainage pipe that runs through our property and empties into the ditch by the walking trail/old rail bed. Rachel tried bringing Flipp down there to coax her out, to no avail, but eventually she came out on her own. I don't know how she's going to handle it when I leave for Saint-Pierre in three weeks. Pauvre petite!
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* She's used to me again, all right. She's been following me everywhere I go in the house (the bathroom included) and she cries at me everytime I'm still long enough to potentially pet her.