That's not the Errol I remember! The Errol I remember would probably run and hide for about a week (enough time for me to be convinced she's dead), then eventually return, demanding food, being snotty with us that we didn't consult with Her and stating very clearly that she didn't like what we'd done with the place...
Heh, Errol will probably be comfortably ensconced inside the house when any surveyors visit. She's decided that, usually, she'd rather snooze inside in peace than have to be worried about being ambushed by Stupid. He only wants to play... she doesn't. :)
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Goodluck with it all!
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