She enters the room, carefully scanning the area for changes, before finally settling in to inspect some recently emptied boxes, trying them out for size and comfort. Without warning...she leaps across the room. What have we here? Could it be that someone left the storage armoire open. It's just a crack, but big enough for a paw to fit in...there...almost...yes there it is...success! Eyes wide, tail twitching excitedly...this looks like it needs a thorough inventory! All Items must be reviewed and tagged. This could take hours...yawn...well maybe after a nap. Bounding up to the special place on the work table, she proceeds to groom every angle of herself incessantly. I reach over and give her an affectionate pet. Wait for it...there it is...that look of utter disgust, and the incessant cleaning process starts all over again....
