I was sleeping nicely the other night when Freckles woke me up. She was restless. She was off the bed and wandering around and whining.
I sat up and she came over to me. She put her head in my hand and stared up at me with the saddest face ever. I asked her what was wrong. She let out a little whimper. I figured she needed to go out so I got up.
Quick as a whip she jumped into bed and stretched out on the spot I had just given up and sighed contentedly.
I informed her in no uncertain terms that this was unacceptable. (Since it was the middle of the night my addled brain expressed this all in a few choice words.) She got up and went back to her normal spot on the bed and went to sleep. I have no idea where she got that plan in her head or why she’d thought I let her get away with it.