Where's Kelly?

This morning I woke up and expected to see Kelly on the floor next to me, but she wasn't. I checked the other side of the bed. Still....no Kelly. Hmmm...I figured she must've went into the living room at some point.
I went into the living room...no Kelly.
I checked the dining room...no Kelly.
I checked the kitchen...no Kelly.
I checked the bathroom...no Kelly.

By now I was starting to get really worried, because in the last two weeks Kelly has not used the stairs. I dashed upstairs anyway, and still, no Kelly. Well, what the heck? She couldn't get out. She couldn't have been kidnapped, or dog-napped. Or could she?

I started going downstairs to the basement, and much to my dismay, there she was, at the base of the stairs with her tail flapping crazily. Wow!! How she got down there without killing herself, I haven't a clue. Is she feeling better?!? I can only hope so.

I'm sure when she looked up at the stairs, it looked like Mount Everest, and she seemed groggy from sleeping. I didn't have a lot of time to dink around and still had to let her out and shower for work. So I stuck my arms underneath her belly, hoisted up all 60+ pounds of her and carried her upstairs. I heard her grumble, kind of like...."I can do this myself, you knucklehead!" But I carried her anyway. And maybe she didn't mind.

I took this photo of her on Wednesday. She's looking more perky, is holding her neck up better, eating well and enjoys her walks. As long as she's happy, that's fine with me.