Me: Move. I need to fold clothes.

Meatball: No. This is my comfy space.

Me: I gotta fold clothes.

Meatball: No. This is my comfy space.

Me: You aren’t even supposed to be in the bedroom.

Meatball: No. This is my comfy space.

Me: OK, stay there. I’ll just go to work.

Meatball: I am going to kill you, and drink your blood from your skull.

Me: Whatever.