A Restless Soul

Molly has become very restless in her golden years. She could not make up her mind where she wanted to end up last night. She went from room to room trying to figure out where she was going to be most comfortable. She tried the floor in my bedroom, the floor in my reading room closet, back to the floor in my bedroom, and she was on my bed three or four times. Of course, she finally decided on my bed when I turned in to go to sleep but she always made sure she knew where I was. If I got out of my chair in the living room, I could see Molly peeking out from the reading room closet to see exactly where I was. I guess she wanted to make sure I wasn't going anywhere.