Last night she wandered into our room at 4:30 AM and wanted a drink of water. I started to bring her up on my bed and she said, “Wait, I have to get my bed.” She then walked over to the door where she had dropped a pillow (not even her own pillow, by the way) and brought it into our already overly crowded bed.
She’s a pistol, but we love her.

I have no idea why this is underlined and I wish I had a better picture to put up but my scanner is not working.
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