|There's no room for you.|
I have a few favourite beds. But I'm having a problem with my favourite one at the moment.
|Too tired to argue any more.|
Mum seems to think it's her bed. She wants to sleep in it all night, and even have her afternoon nap in it during the day.
Well, I do my best to get through to her. I've bitten and scratched her, trying to get her to move.
I've stretched right out as far as I could across the bed to show her that there's no room for her. Whatever I do, she insists on sleeping in my bed. She says a cat as small as me can't really need a bed as big as this one!
Seriously, I know humans are dumb, but she is the dumbest. She's also incredibly stubborn. The big bed is all mine - it's not that hard to understand.
But last night something even worse happened.
Last night, Mr Woof decided that it was his bed, too. I know it's a good bed, but Mum and Mr Woof both invading it, was just too much.
Fortunately, I have the purrfect solution for any crisis. A nap fixes everything. So I went to sleep and waited for them to leave.
They did leave, this morning. But at nap time this afternoon they were both back. There really is no respect for a Supreme Feline Overlord in this house, or for his favourite bed. I need to find another solution to this problem.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.