Hidey Hole
Me: *puts too small dog bed under the desk so Schmoopie can have his own personal hidey hole* OK, but probably it's too small, Schmoop. Schmoop: Is perfect safe hidey hole. Only Schmoop. No monster. *snooze* Mephitidae: NEW HIDEY HOLE? *squeeze* S: NO! Schmoop hidey hole! M: MIDDY HOLE? *grunt trample squeeze* S: NO! Too small! You have yours! M: PERFECT SAFE MIDDY SPOON HIDEY HOLE! *flops on Schmoopie, aggressively falls asleep* S: HUMPH (And this is why I cannot wheel my desk chair closer to the desk) ((To Schmoop's credit, he has refused to yield the tiny pillow, and Middy eventually slid onto the floor, so she may even give up before he does. Good boy for standing his ground, sorta.)) (((Middy has given up. One teeny victory for Schmoopie.)))