Like a mole

Last night little Meera burrowed under the bubble wrap I left in the living room, and this morning she burrowed under the top blanket of my bed. I knelt by the bed and lifted the edge of the blanket to see what I knew would be there: her tiny cunning face, her wildly dilated pupils. She mewed a hello and shot a predatory glance at the tips of my fingers. I withdrew.

Bubble, blanket, bed, burrow...methinks her nickname Bella Baby is just perfect.