My chair. No. MY chair.

Mija decided, after the visit from Faux, that my office chair is the perfect place to sleep. She was up off the ground where Faux could see her and out of the traffic.

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.

Now if we could just negotiate chair rights...
Beverage: Flat Club Soda

Deb