The other night I was sitting on the couch catching up on some work. I had papers spread out all around me. My son was sprawled out on the far end of the couch. While my L-shaped sofa comfortably seats 5 people sitting up, or 3 people sitting up and the dog lying down, when a human is lounging or I am working with a lot of material around me, it can only accommodate 2 or 3.
Riley came near, put his face on the edge of the couch and looked up at me. He was asking me to move over. I said “Sorry Riley- not this time, go lay on your bed.” He sighed and went around the coffee table to his bed. This is what ensued.
(Keep in mind that Riley is 80 pounds of black lab. Miss Kitty, aka- Jasmine is all of 7 ½ lbs.)
Riley; “Jasmine, move over, mom won’t let me on the couch.”
Miss Kitty opens 1 eye a fraction then closes it again.
Riley: “Come on, move over or you move to the back of the couch, there’s room for you there.”
Miss Kitty yawns.
Riley; “Please?”
Miss Kitty; “I’m comfy right here in the middle of the bed.”
Riley; “Jazz- move over. It is supposed to be MY bed you know.”
Miss Kitty pretends she has gone deaf.
Riley comes back over to the couch and sighs at me. A very deep sigh. When I look at him and tell him “no” again, he harrumphs then walks back toward his bed. Jasmine has not moved an inch and she has that “cat’s rule dog’s drool” look on her face.
Riley; “Come on Jazz, mom’s working and her papers are everywhere, Colt is falling asleep and I know Mom won’t move him. Please either get OFF my bed or move over. I’ll even squish forward so you can still be close to the radiator.”
Miss Kitty; “I was here first.”
Riley; “Actually, I was here first. You came a year later.”
Miss Kitty; “I meant I got on the bed first, stupid.”
Riley; “I know what you meant and it’s not so nice you calling me stupid. Now MOVE.”
Miss Kitty; “Nope.”
Riley; “Come on Jasmine. I want to lie down.”
Miss Kitty; “Make me.”
At this point Riley looks over at me and starts sighing again. I have been watching this argument and in my estimation the cat really is being quite bitchy. I take pity on the poor puppy. I go and pick up the cat. Miss Kitty hates to be picked up. I put her on the back of the couch.
Riley laid on his bed and for a while watched the cat as she swished her tail back and forth in annoyance, refusing to look at him or me.
Just before Riley started snoring, I swear I heard him say “Ha Ha. Made you move
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