Our cat Luigi and I have different opinions regarding the ownership of my office chair on wheels. Simply put, he believes it’s his, I think it’s mine.
And while the chair belongs to him, apparently, the strange thing is, he never wants to lie in it overnight when I am also not inclined to use it. It seems to me that part of his motivation in occupying my chair all day is to deprive me of the privilege for some unknown cat reason.
Luigi and his twin brother Mario are big, big boys. People who come to our door are startled to see these two lazy felines with bodies as big as a small dog, saunter over to greet them, maybe flop down for a bellyrub. So, when Luigi jumps into my chair, he spreads himself out in order to take over 95 per cent of the surface of the seat. And there he sleeps – all day. Or tries to.
When I want to use the chair, I either have to share it with him, which is not a lot of fun, or throw him out of it which is akin to peeling off a blood sucker while swimming down at the pond. He does not go easily. I can tip over the chair to a 90-degree angle and still he hangs on.
So, a lot of the time, we share it. He takes up 80 per cent, I get the front 20. And he shows his annoyance with frequent loud and disgusted grumbles.
I grumble back, but it doesn’t do me much good. As it doesn’t in my wider life beyond our chair.
©2012 Jim Hagarty
