The scene: Monday. 3:38 a.m.
Fiona stands on the side of the bed, tail wagging wildly.
“Goodnight Fiona.” I call.
Fiona is now right next to the bed. She rests her head on the mattress. I know she’s giving me The Look.
“Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
She promptly sits.
“Ok then. Go to bed.”
This time she waps me on my head with her paw.
“Fine, Fiona. I’m up.”
I stumble out of bed and walk toward the door…except there’s no Fiona by my side.
When I look back, I see that she’s rearranged the sheets. She’s stretched long on the bed with her head smushed into my pillow. She lets out a big content sigh.
Definitely a diva.
Any other bed hogs out there?