"Keep out," Trouble growled. "This is my place!"
"It’s my place now," said Storm, shouldering in. "The human doesn’t care she lets me sleep at the foot of her bed."
"She did last night. You tried to bite her." The little tabby hissed.
"I did not. She moved her feet under the covers and I just pounced." The big tom settled on the foot of the bed.
"She kicked you off the bed!"
"Not permanently. She’s letting me stay now."
"I hate you."
"Like I care."
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