So with clearance to start packing things up again -- which I'd been thwarted from for a while, leaving it as a stray unfinished, aggravating task in the back of my mind -- I open up a box, put it on the dining room table, and start clearing off the top shelf of the bookcase there.
I get distracted by other tasks, go to deal with them, and when returning to work on the box of books, I find this.
I should probably have expected it, really.
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(Mostly, she really likes the window ledge, too.)