Although I bought him one of his own, Neville loves Cambridge’s bed. No, it’s not any more comfortable than his, but serves as a point of competition between them: “It’s MY bed!” “No, it’s MY bed!”

As you can see, he won this round of the Cambie Bed Competition. Poor girl.

Neville won the bed this time.

Then Cambie beat him to it the next round. Instead of taking defeat, however, Neville decided to join her and shoved himself in beside her.


Then he decided it was too damn small.

Neville deciding that Cambridge's bed is too small for them both

And went begrudgingly to his own bed.

Neville in HIS bed

The End.