I had friends over for brunch yesterday, in part to introduce Glenwood, and who do you think spent the entire time under the dresser? I thought she'd take a little while to come out of the bedroom, but she never did. I was able to coax her out a couple of times for a sighting, but the appearances were brief and her exit swift. As soon as everyone was gone, she reverted to her Other Personality.
I have a quilted duvet cover that I bought on Martha's Vineyard in the late 1980s. Its age is starting to show, which makes me sad because I
love this thing. When Glenwood was tiny, she started using some of its worn spots as points of entry, so I put it away until she grew up. Now that she's grown up, the small points of entry are becoming larger. Whole squares are becoming frayed. I lay a blanket over it for protection now.
The new pillow continues to be a source of focus, individually and together. Here are three images from the last day or two:
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| Spooning |
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| Glenwood Uses Timmy as a Pillow |
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| Timmy Uses Glenwood as a Chin Rest |
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