The pillows are mine. Not yours, not Loki's, not the Dad's. Mine. M-I-N-E. If I'm there first, you may not do anything to remove me 'cause...well...I was there first. And they are mine.
Oh ya. And the Pillow Monkey? He's mine too.
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You can come visit...no need to bring anyfing. We just wants the company!!! Ayla's mom, puh-lease may Ayla come visit us???
::purrs::
~Meeko & Kiara
Atta girl. Stand up for your rights, Ayla! Give 'em a pillow, they'll take over the whole place.
what do they need so many pillows for anyway. of course they're your pillows!
I'm telling you...the best way to mark the pillows as yours is to roll all over them and leave your fur caked on the fabric. For some reason, humans don't like the soft, luxurious feeling of cat hair rubbing their faces at night.
Problem solved!
By the way, where did you get your Pillow Monkey!? I should have put that on my registry!
You tell 'em Ayla!
Atta girl. This should go wifout saying, but they're bean-brains.
It's great the way you assert yourself. I do that too..and ALL the chair under the dining room table ARE MINE....Mittens can sleep on one, if she get my permission.
Patches Lady
A'course they's yours. You tell em, Ayla!
~~ Sanjee
You go girl! Hey, whoever gets to a spot and gets comfy, they should be able to stay there! That's the way it is in our house at least! Unless, it's momma's spot, then they have to sit in my lap! :P
You look so nice and comfy there. Don't let anyone make you move either.
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