I guess the gentle caress of a micro-fiber down alternative is just going to have to do.

Nameless Puppy could sense something was different about Weird Lady. She didn't look different, per se. But she was acting strange. She was humming and rubbing her belly a lot, which was odd considering she never rubbed anyone's belly. Like ever. Even when you rolled over all cute and let your big floppy ears and WHY WON'T SHE JUST PET ME ALREADY?

Anyway, so yeah. Something was amiss. There was a disturbance in the doggie force, one might say. Or not. Whatever. The point is Weird Lady stayed home a lot more and made tiny little socks out of fuzzy string and got really mad when Nameless Puppy grabbed one and jumped on the bed and pawed at the super soft Microfiber Down Alternative Comforter to fluff up the down-like polyester fiber before snuggling into its medium-weight end-to-end box construction for a good chew.

"Nesting" as Man Person had called it. But was he talking about the comforter or Weird Lady?

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