I don’t pay much mind to my furry beast of a brother Sherman (aka The General). The only time I worry myself with him is when he joins Walter in a game of chase with me as the prey. Otherwise we keep to ourselves.
But today I’ve had it. Sherman’s managed to seize ALL of my favorite sleeping spots. It started with the bed. It’s embarrassing to admit, but Steve and I snuggle on the bed in the winter to keep warm.