Lucy Has a Boyfriend

The bottom floor of our house goes a bit below ground level. I'm sure there's an architectural term for this but I have no clue what it is. "Below ground level?"

Lucy lives on the bottom floor.

A certain little furry suitor has commenced regular afternoon visits.

 We've caught him staring through the window at her. She has no idea.

It's only a matter of time until he realizes she's not playing hard to get; she's just mean and antisocial.

Then he'll go for our rabbit lawn ornament.