The chair

No....not Van Gogh's version, nothing as high brow I'm afraid, rather an issue I am currently having with one small cat, namely of course that cat is Ditto.

There is not much in this flat that is good quality, most of the furnishings are Ikea, which whilst it is good value for money and suits our taste it is hardly the stuff of Chippendale, cabinet makers not male strippers.


However, given the amount of time my rear end is planted firmly on the computer chair it was decided long ago to invest in something reasonably well made and in nice squishy leather. Said chair is big, cozy and the favoured seat in the house by all who visit, assuming as is rare, that I am not already in situ.

Ditto has other ideas and has recently decided it is her favoured spot, not good enough that she already inhabits a brand new chair that has in two years rarely had the opportunity to hold a human rear end or that she treats the 'people bed' as a 'Ditto bed'....nope, now the computer chair is now also her domain (no pun intended).

She has long since destroyed the leather on the back of the chair giving it her own special 'distressed' look by constantly flexing small claws upon it as she climbs to a perch at the top of the back, wobbling precariously but now she has advanced to what she feels is her true right....a place on the seat no less!


This started with her beginning to immediately appear should I vacate the position, she would suddenly spring from out of the blue and land herself in the

favoured spot the moment it was free! Things have advanced somewhat since then and she now considers it appropriate to 'share'. The term 'share' in this context really means that all day and night long, should she not be out hunting and butterfly chasing, she ferrets herself between my rear end and the back of the chair and then surreptitiously spreads herself out until yours truly is perched rather inelegantly on the front two or three inches!

No amount of shuffling backwards, sitting on her tail or forcible removal works....she remains, staunch in her belief that it is indeed her chair!

Perhaps I should teach her to master HTML and she could then complete that takeover!

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