I was thinking about my late mother and her cat earlier today when someone mentioned how his own cat has usurped some furniture, which these divinely fuzzy and powerfully self-aware creatures are wont to do. Here's the story:
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My late mother's late Daizy was a real character herself, a big fuzzy longhair tortoiseshell with gold eyes. Well, my mother entered a church lottery for some furniture, in this case a cushioned lounge chair and matching ottoman.
She put Daizy's name on the ticket, because she didn't expect to win and she just wanted to help out her church.
So what happens? My mother gets a call on the phone - this happened about 20 years ago - and they ask for Daizy.
Daizy? "That's my cat," says my mother. "Well, Daizy's won a lounge chair and matching ottoman." My mother turned to Daizy, who was sitting watching her as always, and announced "You fuzzy thing! You've won a lounge chair!"
When it arrived, Daizy immediately took it over. No one else could sit in it without dire consequences. Ask my LJ buddy pbagosy, that cat scared the shit out of him. She took no shit from anyone, believe me. (All of my mother's cats were crazy.) Only when she finally got tired of it and we moved did she take over other pieces of furniture, but she damn well knew that chair was legally hers. My mother really got a kick out of that.