But… but… that’s MY bed, said the dog.

The cat didn’t bother looking up.

Dog: MaeMae, you in my bed

Cat: possession is 9/10ths of the law.

Dog: what

Cat, narrowing her eyes: you weren’t here all weekend. It’s mine now.

Dog: MaeMae, that’s my bed

Cat: …

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

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