There is a certain large basket in our living room that is apparently a really amazing place to take a nap, if you're a cat. Betsy is often there, snoozing away. Clive, who is more of a migratory sleeper, going from place to place around the house in a succession of naps, usually ends up there at some point on his rounds.
It doesn't bother him at all if she's already on it. In fact, he enjoys finding her up there and then jumping up and lying down on top of her. Since he's considerably larger than she is, she scoots to the edge of the basket so she can breathe without his bulk squishing her. Often she then gives him a bath (the lazy bum does lick himself sporadically, but Betsy cleans him from nose to tail tip pretty regularly). Meanwhile, he slowly pushes himself closer to her on the basket and takes the whole thing over. Before she knows it, she's gone from having a nice nap in her favorite place to having about 4 inches of space left on the very edge, and has given him a bath in the bargain.
This picture was taken at the beginning of the process. As you can see, he's already looking sleepy and comfortable, ready for his bath and nap.
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