I was helping Heather with her homework tonight, so I didn't get to put the kittens in their cage til just now - about a whole hour later than normal. I had to hunt down Harry who was having a ball playing chase the Pouncer. While chasing after a lighting fast kitten, I wondered mildly where I'd find Evie... under my grandmom's antique secretary? Curled into a ball on "Allen's" blue chair? Tucked behind the couch? In mid-thought, I caught Harry and walked him to the cage....

and what did I see?

Evie curled sleeping peacefully on the fleece blanket that was folded on top of the cage. She knew it was bedtime and was waiting to be placed in her bedroom.

She's still being bad, but this little sweet act is the Evie I love! I hope she starts acting like this again (and that the naw-tee stuff was from the stress of adoption day )