You get up for a moment — just a moment — and when you turn around, there’s a cat in your chair. A very comfortable cat. A cat with the sweetest, most innocent face you’ve ever seen. A cat that simply wanted a warm and soft place to rest for a moment (or seventeen).
How could you look at that adorable creature and make her move just so you can sit back down to check Facebook? Or find out which characters haven’t become zombies in The Walking Dead? Or finish that last spoonful of ice cream (which, I might add, you did not even offer to share with said cat)?
If you’re like me, you’ll find another chair.
Do you let your pet “steal” your seat?
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