Muggins went to the salon and got a much needed bath and haircut, she’s recovering on her favorite perch on the steps, this always reminds me of one of my favorite childhood poems:
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair where I sit.
There isn’t any other stair
Quite like it.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where I always stop.
A A Milne