Yet another w00t story

Yesterday I took w00t with me in my chest pocket when I went to meet my sister and run some errands downtown. I was worried about her getting smushed, but she kept brushing me off and insisting she was fine. Then in the evening I went with my honorary elder brother to eat out and w00t was once more in the pocket, this time with one arm hooked over the edge so that she could see out. She sat on the table during the meal, and expressed great anxiety when I left her there to get more from the buffet.

This morning, this is the first thing I saw:

I was understandably concerned.

Me: You could've been squished! You're too little to sleep in my bed!
w00t: I'm pretty big! And tough! Nothin' hurts me...you're not gonna leave me behind, are you?

I think someone has gotten past the not sure stage and has moved into the anxious and clinging one.