The lady and the man seemed nervous. They brought her into a house, messy and old and smelling like drafty windows and dust and cookies. They scurried her up a lot of steps, which made her nails click and her paws slip, into a room with a bed and toys. She guessed this was the boy’s room, because it smelled like him and had clothes on the floor.
The boy and the girl came in and talked to her in that high-pitched voice that people seem to take when they are happy and talking to her. (Not like the angry voice, which is decidedly lower and more definite.)
From the other side of the door, she heard scurrying about. Things being moved and the sound of trashbags and vacuum cleaners and other noises she couldn’t even place. After a while, they opened the door and walked downstairs, which she did tentatively. There were really a LOT of stairs, and looking straight down them made her feel just a little bit woozy.
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