You'd think Annabelle's basement adventure would have curbed her curiosity, but no way. I took the dirty litter to the garbage chute and as soon as I opened the door to return to the apartment, she darted out and ran for the stairs. Instead of going up this time, she went down, so I ran for the elevator and rode to two. No sign of her. I rode to the first floor. No sign, but I could hear her loudly crying down the stairwell. I got back on the elevator and rode to the third floor. There she was, waiting for the elevator.
I haven't had breakfast yet between these two critters and their meds, and I'm thinking of skipping the food and going right for the booze.