I go to jail.

The best thing about my doll bed is that under it is a good place to hide. This isn't a very good picture, but the whole point of being under here is to HIDE. If someone can still take my picture, that takes the whole point out of it. Plus, Mom insists on saying I'm "in jail" which I don't think sounds very nice. I'm not in jail. I can leave whenever I want.

Here is me out of hiding - trying to be cute so I get belly rubs. When I roll on the floor and rub my ear, that means I want scritches.