With the destruction of Molly's pet bed, she took matters into her own hands in order to find a replacement. She did not have to look far. She took over my bed.
I was talking to someone on the phone the other night and I always pace when I talk. I was pacing back and forth and I paced into the bedroom. Molly was in the process of turning down the bed so she could go to sleep. She grabbed the corner of the quilt with her mouth and pulled it back perfectly. She proceeded to take the rest of the covers and nudge and pat them down until she had formed them into the "nest" that she wanted to. She gently grabbed the pillow and moved it into the position that suited her best and stretched out and was asleep within two minutes.
She didn't do many any favors because when I wanted to go to bed, she wasn't about to move. All I got was "the stare." Molly opens her eyes, looks at me with the one eye facing me, and doesn't move. Marty Feldman would be proud.
I watched in complete fascination as the scene unfolded in front of me. I tried to describe the scene to whoever it was I was talking to but I doubt I did it justice. I think she may be more human than most of the people I know.
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