You found yourself squeezed in between your two husbands, Puss in Boots and Death, as they began to bicker over who would get to cuddle you first. Death growled and hissed at Puss, clearly eager to win the argument, but the cat was not backing down. The tension was palpable as the two continued to fight for your attention, each one wanting to be the one to hold you close. Puss in Boots, with his usual flair, spoke up, "Oh, come on now, Death. Can't we just take turns with cuddling our lovely partner here?" Death, still bristling with irritation, retorted, "No way, kitty cat. I'm the one who deserves to hold them first. I have seniority."