So then last night, I decided I'd had enough of the cold shoulder. When I was going to bed, I picked Wanda up and plopped her on the bed. (In my defense, she was walking when I did that, and not sleeping with her brother.) She promptly jumped off the bed and started casually drinking some water.
When she was done, I went after her again and once again deposited her on the bed. This time, she jumped on the bedside table, then the headboard, then starting staring out the windows behind me, as if to say "I'm still in control here. Right now, I'm looking out the window. I will come to bed when I darn well feel like it."
At least it was a start.
So, after a few minutes of that, she jumped back onto the bed with a satisfying plop. I patted the bed area right under my right underarm, which is her special spot. She looked at me, then looked away. She was standing at my left side at the time. I patted again. She jumped over me, adjusted and turned around a few times, then immediately flopped down and proceeded to knead on my forearm.
Finally, things are all back to normal.
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