For the last few nights, I've woken up in the morning to find Pooka's bed empty. She's been creeping downstairs and curling up in her new Costco bed, a big fluffy thing that smells like cedar. I could swear she looks a little guilty when the alarm goes off and I tromp downstairs to make sure she's really still there (and not, say, bashing through screens and roaming the neighborhood).
Maybe my snoring is disturbing her beauty sleep?
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