So he tries to make the best of it, be the bigger man, and share.
As you can tell from the look in his eyes, he's not particularly happy about this arrangement.
But alas, sleep is sleep. What's the harm in sharing?
So he curls up on his half of the ottoman and goes to sleep. Callie Jo does the same.
I guess she moved one time too many and he got sick and and tired of it all.
He kicked her off the ottoman and she went to her favorite spot: under my bed.
"You should have kicked Callie off in the first place, dude," I said.
Let me be quiet. At least the old cat was trying to share.