Fate can be so affectionate at time and like a wild thing the next minute. At night she seems to want to have nothing to do with us and sleeps alone downstairs.
I’m not sure why, but I have the feeling she’s keeping an eye on things. Sometimes when I come down at night to go to the bathroom she’s curled up in Gus’ small bed next to the wood stove. Other times she spread out on the couch.
Maybe she just likes some time alone.