Wylla was on fire last night. I was distracted with a closet editing project, Craig was out, and Bean was napping, so Wylla had to keep herself entertained.
I could hear her running up and down the steps and occasionally saw a flash of her as she passed the bedroom door. I tried many times to catch her with my camera as she ran, but as soon as saw me, she would do a stop, drop and roll.
I did manage to catch a little bit of her friskiness when she stopped to play with her toys,and do a little rug wrasslin'.
Here's our crazy-pants girl in action: