Last night I was up really late reading adoption blogs. At 1 I decided it was time for bed. Harold and I go up the stairs and see this face staring back at us.

This picture doesn't show her size. She is at least 115. And our bedroom is tiny. For our adoption we switched rooms to show we have room to put another crib. There is a tiny path around our bed and enough room for door clearance. Harold sleeps in the spot behind the door, so that leaves very little room for Maude. We have tried to keep her out at night and it doesn't work. But when you see this gorgeous face you can't say no. So instead of putting her in her cage she comes into our room. AHHHH She can't get comfortable. Every 5 minutes she is walking around trying to find a spot. Next she is scratching, whining, and laying her head on the bed. Finally at 4 o'clock I take her downstairs and put her in her cage.
I don't even know why I am sharing this story.