No pictorial record for this one, because the moment was very fleeting, but Mr. Mojo's curiosity must have gotten the best of him last night after we had gone to bed. Actually, thinking about him had made me restless last night, so I had camped out on the couch so that I didn't keep Jay up. But I don't think Mojo knew that.
Around 3:00, the ticking of nails on the floor caught my ear. What was he up to now?
Apparently, Mojo was ready to explore. He took a couple of test drives just a few feet out of the kitchen, then back to his corner. A peek around the corner, then a few feet more. To my amazement, he made it all the way to the other side of the room and down the hallway to the bedrooms (that's the whole length of our house). Wow!
In fact -- this is so cool -- I'm writing this back in the bedroom, and I can hear him now. He's in the living room, and maybe, just maybe, he's going to do it again without the cover of darkness. That would be HUGE.
Footnote: Yesterday afternoon marked the one-week anniversary of Mojo's homecoming. Looking back over the posts from these first days, it is remarkable how quickly he has melted our hearts, even though we haven't quite been able to do the same for him.
I can't wait to see what the next week brings!
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