10 Months ago...
Greyson lays down for a nap on Quill's beloved woobie blanket.
Quill: What are you doing on MY woobie?
Greyson: Oh is this your woobie?
Quill: You KNOW it's mine. I sleep on it every night right next to MY Mom.
Greyson: Well it seems like it should be my area - I'm just a kitten after all. Babies should be close to THEIR Mom.
Dejected, Quill moves down the bed to the human knee area on the bed - woobie-less - except for a small corner.
1 Month ago...
Quill jumps on the bed and assumes his spot on the bed near the knees. Greyson looks at it longingly, Quill notices and sprawls comfortably.
Greyson: Hey Quill. You wanna come on the woobie and cuddle with me?
Quill: Nah I'm good here. It's so roomy here by the knees.
Greyson: Really? I thought you said the woobie by Mom was best....
Quill: Sure if you're a baby... But I'm a big mancat ...
Greyson: I'm not a baby anymore!! I'm a little MANcat! I need to sleep by the knees! Come on Quill switch with me!
Quill: Well, I really like the knees but if you're REALLY sure... okay.
Greyson swoops in and Quill takes his place on his Woobie - a happy smile on his face. Feeling tricked, the next night Greyson resumed his woobie position. The next night was reversed and so on.
Who do you think will win the woobie war?