When it's time to work, do you ask Mr. Gato to move or do you just get another chair?
Mister Gato operates by a few simple rules.
(1) He wants to sit where you need to sit, and
(2) He's drinking what you're drinking. Literally.
If I need the Aeron chair, I put him on the sofa.
If I need the sofa, I put him on the Aeron chair.
Mr. Rhett decided to sleep in my desk chair today. I didn't see his dark Siamese form and sat on him. Felt the squish and quickly got up. He seems ok, but hopefully he'll learn a lesson. Nah! Probably not. Mr. Gat's beautiful stipes would be much harder to miss.
You are a lucky man to have a cat who evacuates a chair when requested (even if you have to carry him to the sofa). Giggy just climbs up, taps away at my keyboard and erases all my work, then he falls asleep with the satisfaction of having shown me exactly what he thought of my impudence.
You wouldn't happen to know anyone who wants an overdressed, overpampered, overweight kitty-cat, would you?
It would be so tempting to sneak up on Mister Gato and give him skritches. I like to do that with cats I know well. They open one eye, see that it's someone they know, and then start purring in their sleep.
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