I'm glad you've found the most comfortable portion of my bed to sleep on. I'm also very well aware that it's getting colder at night, that's why me and my malfunctioning ability to warm up have dug out the Floofy Feather Blanket.
But do you really have to plop yourself down where my feet go and knead yourself a nice comfortable warm nest so I can't even get under the blankets without disturbing you, much less stretch out?
At least it's not my body pillow again, and now I've said that I'm sure you're going to go right back to conquering it too. I'm surprised you haven't already. All the feathers are there.
Yes, I'm VERY well aware I injured your dignity by putting hairball goo on your paw. You really don't need to keep on giving me wounded looks and shaking your paw about to remind me what I've done. That's what you get for horking so hard you sounded like you were going to turn yourself inside out and producing absolutely nothing to show for it. I think you woke the dog with all that racket.
You cannot have the lap if you insist on digging your claws happily into my kneecap. I'd wonder why you only do that when I'm wearing long pants, but then I remember a perforated knee is not my favorite thing in the world, and if you've GOT to do it, I'd rather you did it when there's a layer of fabric between you and me.
Get up and get a job, you lazy bum.
The Not-Furry One.
Lily conquering the blanket. She got quite irate that I'd made the bed just before then and ruined her previous little nest.)