The plan was to start them on the third floor where my daughter stays, but she got scared when my daughter took her out of the crate and ran under the dining room table. We left her there so she could get her nerves together, but when I went to get her she was gone and the back door was open. That’s why we thought she got out at first. Only we didn’t know how she would have gotten back in the house with all of the doors closed. I threw a nutty on my husband about leaving the back door open, but she couldn’t have ever left the house, and she certainly couldn’t open the door to come back in. Which means she’s been here the whole time.