Ember is an off again on again bed cat. Sometimes she sleeps with us. Sometimes she doesn’t. When she does, it’s usually a gab-fest. All. Night. Long.
“Shut up, Ember!”
Ember padded up the bed until she was directly in the middle between her two humans.
“You know they don’t understand you, right?” Inkblot curled in her usual spot on the end of the bed. Right on top of the female’s feet.
“What do you mean? When I say ‘feed me’ they feed me.” She paused for a moment, “Well, usually.” She chewed on the fur between her toes, “Why wouldn’t they understand me now?”
“They’re humans.They’re not as intelligent as us.” Inkblot blinked with a haughty grace at the younger cat. “Me. They’re not as intelligent as me.”
“But I want the Mommy to move over! I can’t stretch out with her putting her arms and legs everywhere.” Ember sat down to scratch an ear which elicited a poke from the human trying to sleep next to her. She grunted and earned another, “Shush!”
When the Mommy seemed to settle down again, Ember moved into a nice warm space right next to her shoulders. Five minutes later, the Mommy moved again.