Woobie War Wednesday

Sunday Night

Greyson sprawls on the wobbie blanket, trying to take up as much room as possible. Quill hops on the bed and sighs audibly.

Greyson stretches from tail to tip to take up even more space - even unfurling his paw toes to a full stretch.

Greyson: Oh Quill, hope you don't mind sleeping by the feets tonight... I'm already stretched out here...

Quill: The feets? (sighs again) Okay.

Quill settles by Mom's feet, as he stares longingly at his woobie.

Tuesday Night

Quill jumps on the bed with Greyson right behind. Quill heads straight for the feets.

Greyson: What are you doing down there? You can have the corner...

Quill: No that's okay. Turns out the feets are awesome!

Greyson: Really?

Quill: Yep. You know how Mom likes to reach out in the middle of the night for pets? (Greyson nods) Well that can't happen down here. I mean I don't mind it, if you wanted to avoid those sleepy mitts, I'd be willing to trade...

Greyson: Okay!

Quill settles in at the Arms and accepts his Mom's cuddles, a little smile on his face. Greyson's eyes narrow in suspicion.


  1. Very tricky, Quill! You got a little Tom Sawyer in you. ;)

  2. MOL Quill, I knew you were uncommonly intellegent!

  3. Aww, I came across your blog and thought about our poor dear temporary friend Grayson. Nice to meet you, though!

  4. Heh heh. Sneaky! Great strategy!

  5. MOL, Oh Quill, you are one smart Kitty Kat.Well done getting your Woobie back. Wonder what is next. This is fun. Hope all of you have a fantastic day.

  6. I am just guessing but I suspect there are very few dull moments over at your house!

  7. Quill, you are very sneaky. You better watch out for the day that Greyson figures out your ploy. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo