Annabelle wanted to get out of the apartment this morning, so when I emptied the litter, I took her with me. She strolled up the steps, sniffing each one. I think she smells the fifth floor puppy.
When she got to the fourth floor, she had to smell each door, but she showed no inclination to head to the fifth. Maybe she realizes that might kill me. I think her favorite part is when she decides she's had enough and climbs my leg. I pick her up, she purrs and chirps, and I carry her home.