Me and the cat fighting over MY chair.
Ok so heres the background story before I tell you the story. Im not trying to one side you all, im just letting you know why I can claim rights on My chair! Lmao
Before azores was even born, or even thought of being conceived….i don’t even think her mom was born yet, I was stationed in Hawaii buying my first computer desk and chair. It took weeks to find that perfect chair. When I bought it, I bought it with MY own hard earned money and built it with these hands *raises worn cracked hands that has built computers, done firefighting and helped bring ships into port. >>Navy hands<<*
It was my butt that first sat on it, my arms that laid across its arm rests first. Even when it started to wear out, it was because of me.
Since weve moved to d.c. ive caught her sleeping in my chair. Shes lucky I didn’t catch her hard. Cause at first, I didn’t know she was in my chair. The leather had cracked and torn off on the arm rests so I threw one of my twin size comforters over it. She had been sneaking in my chair while I slept at night and getting under the comforter. Unbeknownst to me, I sit in the chair. I get that loud meow and when I lift up the comforter there she is. Looking at me like wtf, as if im the one that’s out of line here!
She does this almost every night. Ive picked her up before I go to bed and sit her elsewhere but she goes back to it. I do things like turn the lights on and then throw the blanket off to give her a bootcamp wake up call, and she still does it. With or without the comforter she gets in that chair.
Its war now.
When I get out of my chair to go to the bathroom or do some other tasks, she hides in the corner, waiting for me. She peaks outside the doorway waiting for her chance. With my back turn she leaps in my chair and sprawls herself across it, claiming victory. Not even “mock sitting” moves her. I would literally start to lean down into the chair like im about to sit there and she doesn’t move. Sometimes she nails me in the butt, literally.
My husband wont help me. He refers to the chair as hers now. Im running out of options and I cant stand watch to make sure she doesn’t go into it. I even threw bread crumbs of cat treats leading to her hammock or cat tree to persuade her elsewhere to no avail. She retaliates by constantly meowing at me while im in the chair, distracting me from Farmville on facebook or watching tv, attempting to jump in it. She even leaps on my lap, purrs and lays there for a little bit, and then bolts. She knows I love lap cats, she teases me!
Even now, as I am at work, I know shes in my chair, in bliss, dreaming of cat treats and catnip.
Its my chair, I earned it! If she wants one, claim someone elses! Or try to build one with her lack of opposable thumbs…..