– Hey Lady! It’s 12:30 in the morning and your head is laying on those soft fluffy things that I like to sleep on. I thought you understood how this works, you get the bottom corner and I get the rest. How long do I have to stand on top of you and stare before you get the hint and move?
– I hate to break it to you cat, but these pillows are mine. Always have been.
– I beg to differ (no wait cat’s don’t beg), they’ve got my fur all over them.
– That I won’t argue.
– So are you gonna move? Continue reading