On top of the sofa, with a good view out of the window into the backyard.
On the bench their dad built them.
On a window seat.
On a cat tree.
We have cat beds galore, soft throws in just the right places. What more could a cat want in seating choices?
Apparently, Mama’s seat.
When I read, I normally sit in a comfortable chair in the living room beside a good lamp. Sometimes Connor sits at my feet. Isn’t that sweet?
Sometimes, even when I’m in the middle of a good book, I get up to get some water or a snack or go to the bathroom.
Lately, when I return to read, I find this.
Hmmm. Was he just waiting for me to get up all along?
I pat him on the head, pick up my book, and move to another place. After all, whose chair is it really?
So if you hear, “Who’s in my seat?” in my house, it might be Connor asking the question.