"What do you mean, it's your bed??"

"I've been here for hours and I'm just nice and cosy. Then you produce that camera thingy with the bright flashing lights and expect me to be happy about it! And you have cut off the tip of my left ear - my best feature. I think I have squatters rights."

Ed: Came home late from camera club with no blip for today. Bowlby had taken over my bed - how can one small animal stretch across the whole bed so successfully? So I had to Blip her. Her expression of indignation is quite clear. Night, night - off to fight for a sliver of bed!