But when I get up to our floor, Coco is nowhere to be found. I wait a minute, and finally go one more flight up.
She's standing at the end of the hall upstairs, in the dark, eyeing warily the ladder that leads to the roof, clearly unable to remember this part of her nightly journey, but seriously trying to figure out the next step, since that's apparently what we're doing.
One year ago today: Jet Lag
Two years ago today: Junk Shop
Three years ago today: Two Men, One Skirt, and One Pair of Underwear