Bedhog

At some point in the night, the cats got frisky and Allie decided they needed chasing. After satisfactorily concluding her task, she returned to bed, but not to her usual place, on the right side taking up 80% and leaving me clinging precariously to the left edge. Instead, I was turned toward the middle, so she jumped onto the tiny sliver I had cleared on the left, put her head on my pillow, and used her entire body weight to shove me, ever so gently, further toward the middle. No, I did not leap to my feet, proclaim my alpha and banish her cringing to the foot of the bed or her crate. Instead, I let her sleep happily in my place and slept in hers, enjoying her gentle breathing, the coarseness of her fur and the obvious glee she took in getting to sleep with her head on the pillow. She has a great sense of humor, and bless her for that.