There's a commotion at the foot of the bed, like someone throwing a sack of shoes at the floor, then quiet. I peer over the side to find the dog, her head and tail down in shame, watching out of the corner of her eye as the cat jumps up on top of the covers.
"You're only gonna hurt yourself," Katie chastises the dog as the cat stalks over her before settling in primly at our feet with a satisfied expression. "You know she's got nine lives."
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