As you may already know, Flo made it into the house this weekend. And not only into the house, but onto Jon’s chair (which he continually kicks Minnie off of). Except, of course, when Jon is sitting in his chair, then Flo is on his lap.
I can see how Flo did it too, got into the house and onto Jon’s chair. I watch her flirt with him when we’re moving wood. She always comes down from her perch in the woodshed and sits on a pile of logs so she’s looking up at him, and the look she gives, well, if she wasn’t a cat, I’d be jealous. It’s something like… Come on you big handsome man, you know you want to pick me up and snuggle a little. And he always does. I don’t blame him, if she looked at me like that I’d do the same thing, but she doesn’t look at me like that. She saves it for that big man that she has wrapped around her little paw. I have to admit, I’m impressed and she deserves everything she gets. It only took her a year to get into the house and she didn’t have to lose a leg to do it.