This is my favorite place to spend the day sleeping, my loveseat. It has a pillow and two blankets for my personal use. No one else is allowed on my loveseat for fear of severe ankle biting.
This is my personal bed. It is very soft and conforms to my shape, but notice there are no pillows or blankets. And I'm expected to sleep in these conditions? Insulting.
This purple down blanket used to belong to the Girl, but clearly I have commandeered it. From here I can guard the couch against all intruders to my domain. The blanket behind me is my back-up.
When exhausted from plotting the downfall of society, I recharge by sunning myself on the window sill. If I even hear whispers of comparisons to felines, I will pee on you.
Occasionally the sun moves to other parts of the house, despite my commands to the contrary. After some debate, I relented and lay down on the floor. My calls for plush carpeting have gone unheeded.
Sometimes when I can't find comfort on my loveseat, or my bed, or the window sill, or my multiple blankets, I enlist the services of the household help. Here the Boy serves as my sleeping area of choice.
This particular time I happened upon the Boy using my blanket. I forced my way underneath and used him as a bed again. It's important to show dominance as the Alpha Dog.
Some time ago the Boy went to his high school reunion and hogged the couch the entire next day. He claimed he had something called a "hangover" but I never saw anything different. I was forced to lie on the floor to guard against any further intrusions. He shall be fired for this lack of respect.
One of my many talents is the ability to make myself irresistible to the ladies. Oh yes, the ladies love the wiener. My conquest here is a friend of the Boy and the Girl. I believe her name is Chyanne. I never called her the next day.