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The cat has my chair. The cat has had my chair most of the day. Ordinarily, I don’t let the cat have my chair all day, I pick him up and put him on my lap and he’s fine with it. But today I had to keep getting up to do things and he began to get pissy with me, so I just let him have it.

I miss my chair.


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: October 14, 2020, 9:39 pm

Isn’t it grand to be the lowest member of the “pack”?

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 14, 2020, 9:57 pm

Any banjer pickers here ’bouts?


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: October 14, 2020, 10:19 pm

I get a ring-side seat for the perpetual game of musical chair (singular) played by Mrs. Al and Slinky. Mrs. Al has a nice, dainty, petite recliner chair that is the Seat of Contention. Slinky might not even be in the room, but she’s in that chair at times less than 10 seconds after it’s vacated.

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: October 14, 2020, 10:45 pm

Poor cat…that’s sleep deprivation torture….I’d get pissy too :+)

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: October 15, 2020, 10:25 am

Dogs, cats, sitting on my lap, legs, give me the purrrfect excuse NOT to get up and be useful.

They’re pretty good medication.

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