This is where I'd rest, until I got tired of it, and then go into the den under the desk, as you see here. But this space is very limited, and not really comfortable at all. I need more room. Mom felt bad....
So one day she did some rearranging...
Since we have two of these, and no one uses this one in the living room
it got moved here for my comfort and enjoyment.
For once, a decision that got all paws up!
And then.. oh furriends.. THIS happened only the other day:
I went to get into MY chair and there she was, the hussy, just as relaxed as you please.
IN MY CHAIR! And no, Mom did not make her move either.
So I had to make do. Hmpf.
I think we need to have a family meeting about this.