We have a dog bed in the office, and when one of us is on the computer, Ozzo comes and gets into the bed for a nap.
Tuxedo, on the other hand, sits on the desk, and after a while starts going Gargoyle: hanging over the side of the desk, staring at the dog. And, because Tuxedo is the second love of my life, I have a habit of saying to him, as he sits gargoyle, "Get Ozzo out of your bed, Tucky. Get him! Get him!"
And, as though he was my personal Flying Monkey, Tuxedo jumps from the desk and crawls into the bed, pushing Ozzo out to the floor.
Then one day Ozzo decided he'd had enough, and he would reclaim his bed. He failed. So he did the next best thing, by lying down next to, but not touching, never touching, Tuxedo.
Notice though, that Ozzo stays awake, ready to flee, while Tuxedo simply sleeps.