Don't you know this is my beanbag?

The beanbag belongs to Troi, the greyhound, but she had decided the chair that Brush, the cat, normally sits in, was closer to the stove. Brush retaliated by occupying her beanbag. She knows better than to disturb him so when she returned to her beanbag took great care to drape herself carefully around him and give him a lick for good measure, enabling me to catch my blip for the day.