So I went up to bed the other night, and I thought Fate was in her crate for the night, where she usually sleeps and Maria usually puts her. I got almost to the top of the stairs when a white blur came up behind me and sailed into the bedroom and hopped up easily onto our bed. When I got into the room she was curled up in a little ball at the end of the bed, closing her eyes.

So we agreed to let her stay there, it was a cold and windy night. She didn’t move a muscle all night, no dummy she, and when the sun came into the room around 6:30 a.m., she got up stretched, crawled between Maria and me, licked Maria on the nose and then started to chew on my ear lobe.

I got up and let her and Red out. Fate will be sleeping in bed from now on,  I think. Maria said she might not have room to stretch her legs out, but I said she was a very short person and it shouldn’t be a problem. That didn’t sit too well, but I think Fate has made the fateful move. She acted as if she was born there. And whenever Fate is still for more than a few minutes, you know something important has occurred.