Anna seemed fine when I put a blanket over her at midnight. She showed no desire to go outside, and do her thing, but at 4:21 a.m. she was wootin' from her apartment next door, wootin' wootin' to wake me from a great night's sleep. I went over to see her, and she had shit, and pissed, all over her bed: no wonder she was wootin'. I helped her get up, wiped her ass off, and let her inside my apartment, where she, finally, took a seat on the dog bed that I have here that she so often uses. She is asleep, now, like a little baby, or more accurately an old lady. God bless Anna.