Last night, Annabelle climbed into bed with me to watch Midsomer Mysteries. She then spent much of the night sleeping with me, so I don't think she will ever use her kitty bed. Around 2:30am she went on what I'd call patrol, jumping onto shelves, climbing all the way to the top of one of my stereo speaker, which is about as high as you can go in the apartment, then she headed off to check the various closets and crevices, perhaps chasing a cockrach, and then around 4:30 or so she came back to bed, burrowed under the blankets, and stayed with me the rest of the night. At the moment she's half in and half out of the blankets, sitting up and looking about the room.
