
During the day on Saturday, I went to ask her a question and found her happily occupying her new space while listening to Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik blasting from the CD player on top of the desk, er, uh, I mean fort. On Sunday, I discovered that she had slept in the fort Saturday night. She told me it was moderately comfortable, but she felt stiff because there had been no room to stretch out. I suggested that she stick her feet out the door, but she didn't think that was a good idea. I guess it compromises the security of the green door flap.
Apparently, she wasn't sore enough because she opted to sleep there on Sunday night as well!
Tonight, we are back to the regularly scheduled bed with the many blankets piled on top.
Will update you from Fort Abby as the need arises.