This photo was taken almost a month ago, when the chaos from remodeling had reached a critical mass. And a critical mess. Marley has been very tolerant of all the disruption. As long as she has a comfy place to hang out, she's OK. When the workers are here, she spends a good portion of the day in my bedroom, where it's safer for her. But she has been friendly with all the guys, and has even started bringing a tennis ball to the general contractor, and the only thing that has really bothered her is our shop vac, which is insanely loud and leaves her trembling for an hour.
I don't recall Marley ever hanging out in the kitchen with me before. It was always Boomie's thing, and after he died, Marley would sometimes watch me from the carpeted comfort of the living room, but wouldn't come all the way in. Earlier in our remodeling process (it's been 2 months since my old kitchen got ripped out), Marley figured out that I had my temporary kitchen in the garage, and she now follows me in and out of there constantly, presumably on the chance she might get a piece of food or a fallen crumb, but sometimes she really just seems to be hanging out.
Her birthday was last month. She's 12 now.