Progress?

So Libby and I have been in the apt. unit for a full week now. I think the new digs are starting to grow on her. In the mornings she no longer greets me with sleepy little eyes peeking out from under the pantry shelf - she's now curling up into a ball just OUTSIDE the pantry door. (I swear there is a comfy pink doggie bed beckoning from the other end of the kitchen - odd how it's not appealing to her).
It's worth sharing that Libby is a pretty decent roommate most of the time; however there are times like tonight where the skill of speech would be greatly appreciated. Accusations like, "What happened to the last jello cup?" and questions like, "Have you seen my i-pod charger?!" and shrieks like, "Stupid baby gate!" as one trips, sprawls and bangs one's knee on the linoleum are somewhat lost. I think I have a couple ice packs in the freezer...