Stolen spot

This is not my cat, Crow. This is Damon's cat, Suki. She's sleeping in a stolen spot. Let me explain.

MY cat likes to hang out with me at my desk while I'm working, even though there's barely any room left for him. There are endless stacks of books, pens, discs, magazines, postcards, gallery pamphlets, fashion catalogs, letratone sheets, takeout menus, receipts, you name it, it's all here, and my cat has to work around them. 

Lately he's been resigned to staring at me, and then at one particularly large pile next to the window, then back at me, then sighing. He paws at it, and sometimes he tries to sit on top of it. Inevitably, he gives up and then just lays down on my arms. If you've ever tried to work without the use of your arms, you're awesome, because personally I find it quite difficult. 

It's been like this for months, as I could just not find time to deal. I just built up a lot of forearm strength as I developed a new method of typing that allowed for simultaneous cat  cradling. But since my work situation up and changed, I finally got the chance to do this obviously super important thing in my life. Yessss. It wasn't easy but I banished the pile in question, and then installed a makeshift catbed in its place. 

I was proud. He laid down it in once. Then that was it. The next morning, I found Suki (this grey one in the photo) enjoying it thoroughly, while Crow was lying down on the floor in the bathroom.

That was 2 days ago, and even though she's not sick or anything, she still has not left the bed. She's there right now, her legs are all twitching and I can tell she's totally massacring an entire flock of geese in her sleep. Or maybe sparrows or some mice. But all I can think of now is, how often do cats need to get up to pee? Or eat? Previously I thought it was at least a few times a day, they'd at least get up and cat stretch. But there's no evidence to support that theory now.

So. Should I kick her out so that Crow can take his rightful spot back? She just looks so damned comfortable. 

Or does the root of the problem stem from the possibility that I have just made the most comfortable catbed ever known to catkind? 

ooohooh she's moving

... nope, she just changed positions. 

Have I condemned Suki to a certain, slow, motionless death by allowing her to slumber in this stolen gift of wonder? Should I try to rescue her from her terrible yet deceptively pleasant fate??

Let me know. I've got to get back to work.