Bested In Bed

I have been replaced as the object of Chloe's sleep time affection, with her late night hugs, dream state cuddles, and soft touches, by a body pillow that I got for her a few weeks back. While the body pillow, wrapped in her loving arms, gets all the attention I'm blogging next to the cats, exiled to the far reaches of the bed. We are not happy. Not happy at all.

WAIT! OIKO! OIKO HAS LEFT! He is now trying to sleep on the body pillow. TRAITOR! MOSCAR AND I ARE FURIOUS. He is a fuzzy traitor sleeping with the enemy. At least we know where Oiko stands, for PILLOWS!

OH NO! MOSCAR! MOSCAR HAS LEFT THE BED! He is going upstairs. I have been deserted, first by my love, then by the fuzzy, and then by the fatty. I'm gonna get my own body pillow and show them all!

WAIT!

Moscar is back...noooo, he left again. False alarm. :(