Quick Change Artist

Terry was opening the blinds to a new window we recently got access to. As she started to open them, she heard distant running. I began tearing down the hall, Myst chasing me.

She was almost done raising the blinds when I ran into the room, jumped up on the bed in front of the window and then to the ledge and made myself look like I had been sitting there all day, interested in the view outside.

Meanwhile, Myst came running in, but he is more cautious when entering a room and stopped to look around, forgetting what he was chasing me for and eventually finding something else to do.

Terry is still not used to how I can suddenly stop a race and look like I had been sleeping all day instead.