There we were, just settling down comfortably for the night, when Flossie came in and saw us. She didn't want to share her bed with us, apparently, but went next door and whined at Rachel, who came to see what was the matter.
For once, Rachel was sensible. "Just get in with them, Floss!" she said. "Plenty of room for you all!"
But Scooter got out; he didn't like to see Flossie upset.
(Scooter: "and I didn't want to be squashed by her either...")
I stayed put. What was her problem?
Later, Flossie tried to make a point about our own beds.
She fails to grasp that there is no Hers and Ours in this house.
There is only Ours and Ours.
Just as it should be.