On most days my house looks like a pet shop threw up in it. Downstairs climbing structures separate the dining room from the family room. Mylar balls, bonker balls, catnip toys, etc... act as a covering for the wood floor. It is important to continually glance down while walking in order to avoid serious injury.
It is not much different upstairs. A climbing tower stands guard by the two French doors in the master bedroom while miscellaneous toys litter the hallways. Tunnels and cloth hideouts are available for occupation in the spare bedrooms along with scratching posts for spontaneous manicures.
My small office area, however, outshines every other room in the house when it comes to being "feline friendly". There is a window with extra-wide ledge for relaxed outside viewing next to a cushioned bed on an old hope chest for snoozing. Several cloth caves & tunnels are ready to be explored while a plethora of small toys sit in a pile waiting to be trampled. And throughout the room, there are places to sit - on top of the filing cabinet, on the spare chair with special cat cushion, on the old dresser/paper piling station, and so on...
This sounds like the perfect working environment. Plenty of room for my feline friends to play, and plenty of space for me work. It is as long as I am the only one in it. The moment Benjamin Bunny spies me at my desk he wants to sit in my chair WHILE I'M SITTING IN IT. This wouldn't be so bad if I had a BIG desk chair, and he was a small cat. But I dont, and he isn't.
To make matters worse, he is completely oblivious to the fact that compromise is necessary if we both are going to fit on the same chair comfortably. In my mind, I should get half, and he should get half. That seems more than fair to me, especially since I was there first.
Benjamin seems to see things quite differently. I'm not sure if the word compromise has too many syllables for such a young cat, or if it is his math skills that need improvement. But, something is definitely not clicking in this situation.
The daily ordeal begins with Benjamin Bunny forcefully wedging himself in between me and the back of the chair. Once in position, he begins to push against the back of the chair with his paws forcing me to inch forward on the seat. This continues until he occupies at least two-thirds of the chair and is spread out like spilled milk on a table. I, on the other hand, am left teetering on the edge of the chair in danger of falling off and smacking my chin on my desk.
The one positive outcome of this barely tolerable situation is my posture is definitely improving. With nothing but air to support my back and no room to slump forward, I am forced to sit up straight whether I like it or not. Who knows, maybe correcting my poor posture has been Bunny's plan all along.
Until next time, remember...
Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause the most inconvenience.
- Pam Brown
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