Of course, what this means is that when I get up to go to the kitchen for a refill on the tea, I have to move a cat to sit down. It's funny. She will hop up on the chair next to me, sit there and purr up a storm as if to say, "I know that chair is warm. Wanna move so I can lie there?" I wish there was a way to capture her purr and put a link up here. It is so amazingly loud.
She had preferred my chair to sleeping with me until last night. I guess she associated my room with Faux and was worried she'd run into him. I awoke this morning to a purring cat next to me. Ah, all is right with the world.