There is only room for one of the beasts, so the one who comes in second has to content herself with the rug and maybe a corner of the blanket. There they snore the day away until dinner time.
Yollie (the goat guardian) is the bed's occupant at night because a neighbor complained about her howling at coyotes and sirens. So she comes in after dark. Every now and then she gets a little competetion from Sheba (As In Queen Of) the cat.
Sheba came to us as a barely domesticated youngster who was never told about boundaries, so she knows virtually none. She got to the bed first, therefore it was hers.
Unfortunately, Yollie didn't see it that way:
Yollie came in, made her usual circular pass of the cushion, then gently plopped down in her traditional spot. Sheba let out sort of a squished squeak, but didn't move. She just looked at me with that, "So, what do you intend to do about this?" look. When I just went for the camera, she eventually gave up and disgustedly hauled herself out from under the dog.
For a while her favorite place was outside on a deck chair or inside on a chest:
We'll see how long that lasts.