I have just one chair in my office. Sometimes I sit as I work. Much of the time, I stand. If I want to sit, though, I’ve got to get there quick, because the cat thinks that he has dibs on the chair. If I stand for even a moment—to grab a book off the top shelf, or to open the window—he’ll instantly leap from the floor (where he’s been happily asleep for hours), and take my spot.

He’s always very smug about it, too. He purrs in a self-satisfied way, knowing that he’s got something that I want. In fact, I think if I never used the chair at all, he would completely ignore it.

Nice to know he loves me.