I’ve been feeling sorry for my dog Tiny lately. It seems that the cats have realized how soft and comfy my bed is, so they’ve decided to take it over as their home base. There’s just a small problem with that- Tiny’s used my bed for his home base for the past couple of years.

Saturday I went into my bedroom to see all the cats sprawled out on my bed and Tiny sitting on the floor looking woebegone. I put him in the bed, under the covers as he prefers, and I thought all would be fine, until I came back in there an hour later to find them all in the same position they were originally in. Sigh.

I finally let him in my oldest son’s room so he could sleep in the second most comfy bed in the house. Ah, first world problems, Tiny. First world problems.