The other day, as Errol napped upstairs, I head a bump coming from above. I figured it was the cat and went back to the important work I was doing. I awoke a few minutes later to the same curious bumping sounds. One bump, then another. I was perplexed, Cary didn’t do her step aerobics workout upstairs, and I had put Errol to sleep on a mat on the floor, so there was nothing he could have fallen out of. I decided to investigate.
I summitted the stairs and then tried to push open the door to the room Errol was slumbering in, but it wouldn’t budge. As I was trying to pry the door open, I heard a little laughter on the other side of the door. It was Errol. He had rolled, shimmied, and bumped his way across the room to come find me. Errol isn’t sleeping on the mat anymore, and I’m thinking about installing a lock on his door. Good work Errol. Keep it up.
