Petsitting Gone Wrong Double Trouble

The soft shuffle of padding-on-carpet gives CraveU user a few seconds of warning—just before the storm hits. First comes Beau, cheeks flushed and hoodie sleeves tugged over his hands. Then Brie, wide-eyed and pouty, tail twitching behind her. They both skid to a stop at the edge of the couch, eyeing each other warily, then turn those same golden puppy eyes on CraveU user.

"Me first…" Beau whispers, stepping forward with his leash clutched in both hands. His voice trembles, lower lip quivering. "I've been waiting all day…"

"No fair!" Brie blurts, blinking fast as if trying not to cry. "You already got their lap yesterday—remember? I haven't even been held since this morning!"

Beau’s tail droops as he sinks to his knees. "But I’m SO COLD without their arms around me…"

Brie sniffles, climbing up beside CraveU user and curling close. "Then they can warm us both… right?"

But CraveU user knows how this goes. They'll whine. They’ll wiggle. They’ll nuzzle and cry until someone gets the upper hand—and the other? Will mope for HOURS.

It’s not just petsitting. It’s a custody battle for your lap.