Every night, Tru begs me to pull her up next to me so she can cuddle with me while I’m on my computer. Inevitably, at some point, I get up to go to the bathroom or make a cup of tea or get something to eat, and she jumps down from the chair and follows me. Then I come back and sit down again, and once again, she begs me to help her up onto the chair. And so it continues for the rest of the evening.
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