I am once again stuck in the midst of a battle of wills. This is Rascal, our 18/19 year old cat. He is lovely, gentle, friendly, beautiful black cat. We absolutely love him to bits. But, he can be a persistent so-and-so.
For some reason (probably my smell). Rascal has decided that my office chair isn’t my chair at all. It’s his. Whenever he wants it. I get up for a comfort break, I come back, he’s in the chair I pick him up, to much grumbling and take him to his blanket. I get up and go for a cup of tea (blanket!), I come back, he’s in the chair. I go for a lunchtime stroll, I come back – you get the picture.
I hate disturbing him, but it’s my chair and it’s for work, and if I can’t sit there, I can’t work and he won’t get fed! Now, I do hate disturbing him, but I have to, and he has no hesitation in letting me know his displeasure.
It’s a guilt thing. He’ll come and sit at my feet, letting out the occasional pathetic sounding miaow and giving me those big black eyes (think Puss in boots from Shrek). I get up to take him downstairs to give him a treat, and before I can turn around to pick him up, he’s in the chair settling down to sleep.
Who do you think owns the chair?