150 pounds of Bedhog
Fat White Dog: Mom left me!
Rottie Mutt: She didn’t go anywhere! She’s sitting at the computer 3 feet away from you.
FWD: But…but…that’s soooo 3 feet away!
RM: You’re not the only one suffering. I was comfortable, too, sleeping with my head on her neck.
FWD: That thing you call a head weighs no less than 30 pounds.
RM: You’re one to talk! If you were any fatter you’d need a wheelbarrow for your stomach.
FWD: I’m not the one she pushes to get off of her when you plop on top of her head to sleep!
RM: I’m not the one who drapes my body over her legs and won’t move when she yells out “CRAMP!!!” At least I move when she pushes at me.
Other Brother Coon Cat: You 2! Shut up. Can’t you see I’m busy?
FWD: Blocking mom’s view of the computer screen as usual, no doubt.
OBCC: How did you guess?
RM: You weigh more than my head.
FWD: And all that fluff makes you look twice as big!
OBCC: Just you wait! Once mom is snuggled in bed and asleep again, I’ll jump on her stomach!
RM: The last time you did that, she screamed so loud it took a week for my ear drum to grow back.
FWD: D@%*$d cat…always ruining our fun.
OBCC: (settling down for a nap) I’ve pissed off the dogs, clogged up mom’s computer with hair, pushed her keyboard on the floor, and dumped a load of sand onto her computer desk. My work here is done.