The spaghetti boiled away happily on the stove and I dumped the spaghetti sauce into a pan. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Freckles hopping to the entrance of the kitchen. She sat in the living room staring at me from the doorway. She had never visited the kitchen or the dining room, preferring to limit herself to the living room and her bedroom. Was she going to take a chance and explore other areas of the house?