I finally set up a couple of chairs in my front entrance.
You know… the kind that make you think, This looks nice. People can sit here to put their shoes on.
Apparently, I had misunderstood their purpose.
Within minutes, Halo had inspected them, jumped onto one, turned around exactly three times, and settled in like she’d personally picked them out at the furniture store.
Ownership established.
I hadn’t even sat in them yet.
It’s funny how cats seem to believe that anything new automatically belongs to them. New chair? Cat chair. New blanket? Cat blanket. Freshly folded laundry? Cat bed. A cardboard box from the delivery? Luxury condo.
I don’t even question it anymore.
I just looked at Halo, looked at the chairs, and accepted that I’d simply purchased some very nice cat furniture that occasionally allows humans to visit.
She spent the next hour laying there like the queen of the neighborhood, watching everyone who walked past the front window. I’m pretty sure she now considers herself Head of Security. Every squirrel, bird, and passing dog received a full inspection.
Meanwhile, I was left standing, wondering if I needed to ask permission to use my own furniture.
The answer, of course, was yes.
She did eventually let me sit down… after giving me the kind of look that clearly said, Fine. But don’t get too comfortable.
Cats really do have an incredible talent for claiming absolutely everything without a single ounce of guilt.
Tell me I’m not the only one. What’s the last thing your pet decided belonged to them instead of you?
She does look comfortable.
All the best,
Tia
