In Which A Cat Gains Chair

No, it wasn't me! It was Colonial Mustard, in the study, with the candlestick!

Ok, ok, so most of it is true. I did gain a chair. I did use my fangs and paws and did the bunny-kick when Ms. C was tickling my belly. I couldn't help it.

I am so pleased to have a chair of my very own right next to Ms.C's that I felt it was worth a headline. She retired it to someone worthier (myself) and I can do anything I want in this chair. Sleep, play, and even do a little bit of scratching. No police were involved. No cats were arrested. So please don't worry!

Tee hee! I can get away with anything!

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Abby at Manx Mnews and Dana of Tybalt, Prince of Cats! Here's to many more for all of us!

Favorite Hangout

It is my prerogative as a cat to have favorite hangouts. Of course, the couch is one, and the fuzzy square of fabric Ms. C put in the window for me is really nice. But today, I have developed a new one:

Mr. R and his chair make up one of the most comfy places in the world to roll, relax, and sleep! I like being in his lap, squishing myself and squirming to get behind him, but probably best of all, I like sleeping on -- er, I mean, keeping a lookout from -- his shoulder!

Mr. R and I are both very pleased with this cooperative situation. It is really quite a privilege for him, too. I've spent a little time with Ms. C in her chair, but her chair does not have a high back, which serves as the perfect lookout, and she does not have a fuzzy blanket in her lap like Mr. R does. I really like him and his chair!