Yes, I'm posting a lot today. It's part of that quiet mood, actually, coupled with pent-up frustration at not having had time to post a lot recently when I've had ideas strike me.
I was just in the basement checking laundry, and Perrine likes to play "chase" in the basement. I caught her lurking around the corner of a pile of boxes, waiting to swat an ankle, so I leapt around the corner and got her to run the other way. We played around corners of things for a couple minutes, then she ran to the pottery wheel. (For folks joining late, yes, there's a pottery wheel in my basement.) She managed to get into a spot where I couldn't easily reach and certainly couldn't follow, so I changed body-language to signify that I was target again, and made a dash for the stairs. Yup, she gave chase ... but she didn't follow me. Those stairs have no vertical panels between the steps, so she cut me off, leapt up several steps, and met me head-on through the stair.
Perrine definitely won that round, and we both know it.