Sophie The Triumphant

Sophie, Cat of the Bed


Just when I thought little Sophie had gone as far as she was going to go integrating into my little family, tonight she surprised me once again. I’d just spent an hour with the former stray in her room (yes, she has her own room) with her lying on my tummy purring. Apparently she hadn’t gotten enough cuddling tonight because she came into my room shortly after I left her. Instead of hiding beneath the chair as she always does, she jumped right up onto my bed and parked herself there. I hope we don’t have turf wars tonight as I sleep.

And so it was: the bedraggled little stray who slunk into my life nearly a year ago (and into my home nearly nine months ago) had broken through to the most coveted prize. The master bed. Once controlled by her stepsisters, the walls to the remaining fortress had been breached. Sophie, at long last, had triumphed.



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