Pippi is yawning sleepily as she munches on her own breakfast, as though she's been up all night doing other things instead of sleeping, which of course she hasn't because she's a regular cat that doesn't have anywhere to go but here. Regardless, it's pretty clear that there isn't much danger she's going to be going anywhere now. She's going to have a nice nap instead. That patch of morning sunlight on the couch looks quite inviting. She finishes her last bite, takes a drink of water, then brushes against April's legs for a moment and goes and curls up in the aforementioned spot. 

"Perfect. Nighty-night."

She trundles off.

Pippi yawns again and closes her eyes. The sunlight is warm and comfortable and she is very sleepy.  

Still napping when April gets back?

Yes, but Pippi blinks herself awake when she hears the key in the lock, as she has an important task to do. April will see her stirring slightly as she enters. 

"Fancy meeting you here."

She gets the grocery cart into the kitchen and starts putting stuff away. Cereal, Pop-Tarts, milk, eggs...

Pippi Longstocking has by now followed April into the kitchen, and flopped into a sleepy loaf in her usual spot to watch her as she puts away her groceries. 

When the eggs go by Pippi meows, and looks up at April with wide and helpless eyes. 

Sigh. "You sure? I'm gonna be so mad if it turns out eggs give you the shits."

"Meow."

"Fiiiine. Eggs for lunch." But for now they go into the fridge.

No bacon this week, so the eggs are the most exciting stop on today's journey.

Pippi has no way to know that she's been promised anything, but she still seems a lot less disappointed than the past times when April has put the eggs away in the fridge. Maybe she can figure things out from tone of voice? That's probably what it is. That's probably why she doesn't look disappointed when she goes back to cleaning herself once the eggs are away. 

When April is done putting groceries away, Pippi gets up, stretches, brushes past April's legs again, and hops up on the couch once more to nap for a while longer. 

"Somebody's been up all night plotting schemes," she jokes on the way up to her office.

Yes. Plotting cat schemes. Not doing anything else, like staying up late reading about her namesake, because she is a cat and cats can't read. Pippilotta yawns and curls up and naps, looking forward to lunch. 

Lunch is a bit late because April forgot about the passage of time again.

That's fine, Pippi is still napping, even though her lovely warm patch of sunlight has still long since fled. She'll wake up to the sound of kitchen noises, though. 

April is making scrambled eggs for two. Well, more like scrambled eggs for one and a half. Pippi can be the half.

Pippi will be very happy to be the half! Pippi will wake to the sizzling noises and stretch and clean herself a bit, and then wander into the kitchen like she has no reason to believe that she has anything special to expect. April is cooking at a hot stove so it's probably not a good idea to rub against her legs, so instead she'll wait in a half-loaf in front of her food bowl, like a queen waiting to be served. 

"Do cats know not to burn their tongues? Better not risk it." She serves Pippi's half portion onto a little plate and waits for it to cool while she nibbles gingerly at hers, then tips the contents of the plate into Pippi's food bowl once they're no longer fresh off the pan and eager to scorch incautious nibblers.

Pippi can groom herself during this delay, as though there's no reason whatsoever to be offended by this heinous slight of not giving her her food immediately. 

Once served, though, she digs in heartily, purring as she eats the eggs possibly just a little bit faster than she should. 

"Great. Now don't get diarrhea," she instructs.

Pippi ignores this admonishment in favor of eating more of the tasty tasty eggs. This probably won't be a problem later (and if it is, there's a cat door to outside which April was extremely kind enough to install). 

Well, lunch complete, back to work.

Pippi finishes her lunch by cleaning the egg residue off of her whiskers and mouth, and then takes this opportunity to explore her new domain more fully. The office door is closed and April will probably be annoyed if Pippi scratches at the door, but her bedroom door is open, so Pippi takes full advantage of this situation. Checking under the bed and over the bed, poking her nose under bookshelves and bureau and stalking around inside the closet. 

Satisfied, she goes on to explore the rest of the house. 

April is oblivious to these goings-on!

She might find some cat hair later, but cat hair just a fact of life of life to April now. Or will be, once she realizes. 

The basement contains, in addition to a gnome door and her litter box, which Pippi can take a moment to relieve herself in, a small lounge area, complete with TV and couch. And... some video game consoles, apparently. Pippi hasn't seen April play anything yet, and is curious to know what she plays. Hopefully games conducive to having a cat on her lap while playing them. If not she may need to find some other games to play. 

Satisfied with her explorations, Pippi curls up in a cozy corner of the the basement couch, and takes a short nap.