Tonight I needed to start a load of laundry. I grabbed my laundry basket from upstairs and prepared to walk downstairs. Natalie wanted to go downstairs with me, so I scooped her up and put her in the basket. I knew she wouldn't really like it, as she doesn't like being lifted up or carried or being in any place that isn't on the ground or on a piece of furniture. But I couldn't help myself. Once I was downstairs, I put the basket down, and she looked at me with a combination of dismay and terror. I took her out, but not before taking a picture.
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