Bucky and Little Boy are in. I'm in the bedroom, and so are all four
cats. I'm about to make the bed. Here's how that goes:

I shake out the fitted sheet. Dulce Mae runs underneath it. Little Boy
chases her. Dulce Mae goes behind the easy chair next to the bed, and
swats at the fitted sh.t as it flutters down.

Little Boy is under the sheet, and tries swatting Dulce Mae through
the sheet.

Little Feet is attacking the greeblings in the middle of the sheet as
they ripple across the bed. Bucky is helping Little Feet, but on the
end of the bed.

Bucky notices the big lump at the head of the bed, and sees Dulce Mae
valiantly fighting it. Bucky pounces on Little Boy, Dulce Mae ducks
bak down behind the chair, and Little Boy gets mad at being pounced,
and stalks off with a hiss and a growl.

Little Feet swats Little Boy for being a grump.

Dulce Mae comes out from behind the chair as I shake out the flat
sheet. She's the big lump now, and Bucky is determined to remove all
unsightly lumps from the bed. He wrestles with the lump, which
wrestles back. Little Feet supervises, while Little Boy cleans
himself.

I finally shake out the heavy bedspread, capturing all four cats. I
poke the lumps for awhile, discovering that event thick blankets are
no armour against hidden monster claws.

I straighten the bedspread. Twice - the lumps are having a party.
Pillows are placed on the bed, and Dulce Mae leaps into one of the
pillow cases.

Little Boy comes back, and bops the pillow a couple of times, and a
long, black paw of doom sweeps back and forth, trying to connect with
its attacker. Little Boy just sits back and gloats that Dulce Mae has
missed him repeatedly.

Finally, each cats takes up a spot on the warm bed. We will obvoiusly
need to sleep elsewhere, because the bed has been claimed by its
rightful owners.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark