Normally, Sasha is the one I find snoozing in a sunny spot on the rug. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the room to see this:
|Cleo and Deedee|
Where is the geriatric pug, anyway.
|move. ur in my spot.|
Sasha. Don't disturb your sleeping sisters.
|i'm not disturbing them. i'm MOVING them.|
Cleo and Deedee prevailed. The sunny spot remains theirs.
|mama it's getting too noisy in here to sleep|