Our kitten has taken to sleeping with us—or, rather, flipping, flopping, and squirming erratically while she plays with the covers (or Nick's feet). The sounds from her prolific little collar bell chatter with her metal tag, and Nick and I were both awake and groaning at 3:30.

Nick sat up to look at her, and she sprinted away (to return moments later once we were settled in again). He mumbled grumpily, "She needs to be taught that the bed's not a play area." I wonder if she'll pout and start looking at personal ads like I did when he taught me.