She will only get on the fleece blanket we keep on the end, never on the bedspread... occasionally she stands at the edge of it and looks up at us cautiously. When we get cold and pull the blanket up to cover us suddenly she has free reign and safe passage. Right now she's sitting on my legs and purring like she expects them to hatch.
For a very quirky kitty who tries to bury her water bowl every day and spends hours staring under the stove, this is one of her more charming eccentricities.
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