Wicket, the ruler of the house next door has been visiting while her servants are away this whole past month. She has usurped the housekeeper's bed, much to the dismay of Sabrina, who protests in no uncertain terms, and retreats to her second favorite 'nap-sack', Mom's wicker chair.
The say let sleeping dogs lay. The same applies for cats.
If you don't, you will be scolded.
You may get a real tongue-lashing....
....at best, a 'razz-berry'.!!
Gees, what part of 'I'm sleeping' do they not understand?