Our #4 Daughter gave my mom a cat bed for her birthday. The cat bed was for Mom’s cats, not Mom. And it was Mom’s birthday, not #4 Daughter’s. Wait. Our #4 Daughter gave my mom, for Mom’s birthday, a bed for Mom’s cats.
It must have been made for teacup cats, because it’s wee. Nevertheless, Ozzie adores it. He just barely fits on it when he curls up at his tightest, and then he often has a paw or a tail-tip hanging over.
Sweetie Pie (whose real name, I’ve discovered by process of trying everything I could think of, is Myrtle Mae) is madly jealous. She can, with determination, get her head into the downstairs part of it. She can stand up and put her head and front feet on the top.
Woe betide her, though, if Ozzie catches her anywhere near it. It is HIS throne, and he ain’t sharin’ it!
Selfish! But I already told you he’s a cat.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Two characters receive a shared present, but one hogs it.