The cat didn’t bother looking up.
Dog: MaeMae, you in my bed
Cat: possession is 9/10ths of the law.
Cat, narrowing her eyes: you weren’t here all weekend. It’s mine now.
Dog: MaeMae, that’s my bed
Dog: MaeMae, that’s MY bed
Cat: … sorry, did you say something?
Dog: MAEMAE THAT MY BED
Me: oh for godssake can’t you share?
Cat: excuse me? Dog: okay!
Dog: Comin’ in!
Cat: what? No!!
Dog: ‘scuse me I gotta just twirl couple times
Cat: GET OFF!
Dog: no problem doesn’t take a second
Cat: THIS IS MINE GET OFF!!
Dog: ooop now I need plop down nice and comfy do you mind if I just circle I twirl cause of an instinct I can’t control it you know my ancestors made beds by smushing the stuff down so now I gotta do it even though we’re on this nice thick squishy
Cat, eyes bulging: oh my god just sit down and SHUT UP
Dog: don’t mind if I do
Cat, in a low growl: just keep your distance…
Dog: I guess this means no licky