[He went to the top shelf of the closet, reaching up and putting a few things out f the way, stacking up a few of the smaller blankets up out of there and also pulling out what looked like a worn cat bed. Be the perfect thing to turn in to a makeshift blanket nest for a chocobo chick by the looks of it at least.

He really had hung on to it once Roxy had outgrown it.]

Month at most? She'll at least have her feet under her by then and can make the little jumps needed, be a little bigger.