Corycat here, taking a long-overdue stand. This smelly hound has run wild long enough, stealing food, howling, acting like she owns the place.
Well. I find her bed very comfortable, and, like a tree planted by the river, I shall not be moved. No matter how hard she stares at me.
Oh, she's being all casual now, giving me a chance to leave quietly. Nope, not leaving. Sorry, Jennykins. You can just sit there and watch me enjoy this very comfy bed. . .
Editorial update: I (The Woman) removed Corycat bodily and put her on my bed so Jenny could rest up after a lot of howling. Corycat and Angeline always sleep on my bed. This bold annexation was a first for Corycat, and Jenny didn't do anything but wait for me to deal with the situation.