Further evidence she's really just a cat ...and the last thing I would accuse a cat of is innocence.
Most things I know live up to their name, somehow Heaven refuses to be and decides to graciously show me just how much she is not so very...heavenly.
My dog has three dog beds in three separate areas of the house, so many because I wrongly believed that if she had options she wouldn't need to jump on and off my bed at night. Does your dog do that? Hop on and off your bed, over and over again, because she is part Beagle, part douchebag? Did I forget to mention a heavy whiff of skunk bonded itself to her fur only to disperse long enough to allow the occasional dog breath stank to shimmy through?
If I could get her to do anything linked towards obedience I could probably halve my dosage of brain pills. The bed in the above picture was not even originally hers. She staked her claim on all the pet beds, including the relatively new one that we have tucked away in the garage for the sole purpose of keeping the cats warm at night. Ho ho not likely if she could help it. She was determined that whatever she could squeeze her hushpuppy into was now rightfully hers and hers alone. Which leaves the cats to sleep on the hood of my car and this resulted in a mold of Leo's fat arse indented into the metal. And don't think the cat doesn't have a go at it too. When Leo saunters his way into the house, his first stop is almost always my bedroom when he feels like the munchies. But when he wants to sleep, he'll sit at the foot of my bed and stare at me while I'm trying to sleep, as if to say, "Please remove the Human from my sleeping quarters".
No one in this family knows the slightest variation of the word "share". Fantastic. That would make life too easy, as if it was their job on earth to stand in the way of my getting a good night's sleep.