She did used to sleep on the bed but for some reason decided to stay downstairs, even at night, and it was heartbreaking waking up and hearing her cry. Only for a few seconds, and I knew she wasn't in need, but she sounded so forlorn. But she wouldn't come and sleep upstairs, so that was that.
She had a choice of comfortable beds and chairs downstairs, including a shaggy black sheepskin, known as Dead Fred, on the sunny windowsill, and I bought a Fred for upstairs as well, as my mattress was hard and it was uncomfortable to sit up and read without a cushion of some sort. Then this summer, changed my mattress, bedroom was chaotic with piles of junk everywhere, waiting for a makeover, and Dead Fred disappeared, until I finally rearranged the bedroom and tried to make it look civilised ... I'm not neat

Emily appreciated the change. She'd been coming to sit on a chair in there for an hour or so and now, seeing the bed, with Dead Fred spread invitingly on top, decided to sleep there. This was lovely, though I wondered if she'd wake me up with her early howling system.
She didn't. She's stopped. The only time I've heard her be really vocal was the other day when I was making the bed and Fred wasn't on it. She bawled the place down (she does tend to natter if I'm busy) and then got on the bed so that I couldn't do a damn thing; I kissed her and lifted her down but she went on shouting for Fred. When I put him back on the bed she got straight on him and went to sleep.
Has Dead Fred cured her? But no, she's got another Fred downstairs. Does my company soothe her? But I'm not always by her side, and I never hear her howling when we're in different rooms. I haven't heard her howl for a good few days now.
So, bit of a mystery really. All I can say is good old Fred
