Perhaps he was in the living room. He had, after all, slept in the fluffy chair. Perhaps he would be there again. She stumbled determined out of the kitchen across the hall into the living room. Walking up to the fluffy chair she found that the foot board wasn’t up. The fluffy chair sat uninhabited. A feeling of which she hadn’t felt in quite some time tried to engulf her but Demon refused to wallow in sadness. No she would find the man.

Walking over to the long chair she looked up and tried to gauge the distance for jumping. However this proved to be impossible to do because of all the spinning. So instead she tried climbing. Digging her claws into the fabric of the big long fluffy she pulled herself up, stretching and pulling. After doing that for several minutes Demon wondered why she hadn’t made it to the top. Surely she had covered a lot of distance by now. Looking down she was surprised and miffed to find that she was actually still on the ground. She had been sitting there with her front paws hooked in and her back legs still on the ground. With no idea how to climb any higher at the moment and not feeling like the effort was worth it she gave up. Deciding instead to use this opportunity to knead the long fluffy. Why not she was already in position. Demon had no idea how long she sat there kneading the couch. She knew that it was only much later after she had kneaded herself to sleep that she awoke stretched out on her side by the long fluffy. Stretching she realized that she felt much better. Perhaps this time she would locate the man.

Putting her nose to the air she opened her mouth in grimanced while taking in a deep breath. She smelled the water, and a faint hint of turkey, bread and cheese in the air. Of course the smell of the man was everywhere but… Pausing she took in another grimance breath. There the man's smell was concentrated in the small room with papers and books. Yes she remembered now that his smell was most fragrant there. Pleased with her discovery, her tail whipping in the air in triumph she took her first couple of steps. She was pleased to discovery that she was sturdy on her feet. No weaving or stumbling finally she was back to normal. Well almost. She still felt that should she move to fast she would be back where she started. So walking at a leisurely pace she walked to the room. Walking out of the living room and into the hallway. Pausing only briefly to stare at her water bowl in the kitchen. Should she chance it. No not right now first find the man. Down the hallway she walked until she came to the room.

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To her surprise and amazement the door was closed. How could the door be closed? Sitting down she curled her tail over her front paws as she contemplated it. Was this supposed to be a message from the man? Was he saying he didn’t want her there? Why had he left her? Feeling the pang of sadness from memories of old. Demon stood and shook herself. Puffing up her fur. No she would not think of those times. Plus this man while still in need of training was nothing like, like the she who should not be named. Turning away from the memories she eyed the door handle. It was smooth and round. She might be able to open it. She had after all seen plenty of humans open doors like this. She had of course opened doors in the past, just not ones like this. It was time to find out if she could. She bunched up her body crouching low in preparation for the jump. Once she had gauged the distance and the height she jumped and slammed face first into the door. Missing the door handle by full body length instead sliding bonelessly to the floor a confused tangled puddle of limbs and body. “Meowwrrrr” moaned Demon. Laying on the floor she decided to stay there until her face stopped hurting and the world stopped spinning. Closing her eyes she slept for a while comforted with the knowledge that should the man try and escape she would be able to block his way.