Who won the towel war?

Since the renovation of the front and back rooms the fat furballs have lost their beloved but disgusting sofa that they grew fatter on. Since then we've set up a little cubbyhole with a blanket in for one of them to sleep. Jess, the wider of the two, has laid claimed to it as her brother sleeps on a nearby chair. Lately though Ted's, perhaps not as fat but certainly obese, has basically nicked it and erected a flag declaring ownership much to Jess's frustration.

When I came in from running earlier there was strategic battle going on to see who held the rights to the towel for the next 8hrs. Ted's is much stronger so uses muscle, Jess is far more intelligent and uses her tactical brain (then teeth of that fails). On my return from the shower this face is all I needed to know about who had won.

Good work Jess the fat cat