For the past week she's slept every night next to me, something she hasn't done in months. She stopped during all the tsuris of medicating her and Thatch. I think my bed became synonymous with a torture chamber, where she was forced to endure eye salves and syringes of foul tastes.
Then, about a month ago, I would come home to find her and Thatch taking their afternoon naps on my bed. Thatch prefers to sleep in the cat tree, but around 3:00 this morning, he crawled into my bed and moved around, sleeping next to Annabelle, sleeping on my chest or next to me, but around 5:30 he moved back to the cat tree.