Meowsical Chairs =^..^=

Oh goodie...... today was another rainy, drippy, cloudy, dreary, damp day. Which means the cats had (and still have) cabin fever. They love the screen-porch in beautiful weather, but I guess they don't like the sound of the rain on the porch roof. As soon as it starts to pour, they run into the house.

Now you would think, with all the furniture that's in this house, each cat would find a favorite spot to curl up in and just stay there. That would be the easy way. Not so, thanks to ShadowBaby, the youngest cat. ShadowBaby's motto must be "If you're sitting there, then that's where I want to be."

Rusty (oldest cat) will sleep just about anywhere. He's not picky, as long as he can sleep. This is one cat who will never ever suffer from insomnia. He takes sleeping to its highest level.

AngelBoy (middle cat) has always picked the prettiest, most expensive, most girl-y chair to cuddle up in. (We think he's "fashionably-inclined," if you know what I mean, but that's a whole different story.) No sooner does poor AngelBoy make himself comfy, and ShadowBaby is right there in his whiskers, doing whatever needs to be done to get AngelBoy off of that chair so he can curl up in his place.

And AngelBoy does indeed take great pains to get good and comfy. If there's a pillow on his chair of choice, he'll either rest his chin on it or he'll use it as a back-rest. It takes him about five minutes to settle into a chair and get his little body curled up just right. After that bit of Art-Carney/Ed Norton action, it takes ShadowBaby about five seconds to get AngelBoy out of the chair.

For the past six months or so, AngelBoy has given up the fancy, girl-y, antique-y chairs and has been settling into one of the rocker-recliners in the TV room. Rusty and ShadowBaby tend to stay out of that room during the day, and I guess AngelBoy thought he was hiding from the world in there. And he was... but that all changed with this string of bad-weather days that we've had.

Both Rusty and ShadowBaby kept strolling from room to room in their cabin-fever mode... and ShadowBaby discovered AngelBoy's sleeping spot on the recliner. (Ah-ha! So there you are!) Up onto the recliner went ShadowBaby... and he pounced on top of AngelBoy... which sent AngelBoy flying to the floor... giving the warmed-up spot to ShadowBaby. (Ah-ha! So here I am!)

Poor AngelBoy... he mewed his way from the TV room into the hallway... through the living room... through the dining room.... into the kitchen and then into the laundry room. He looked up on top of the washing machine, and there was Rusty, all curled up and sleeping. AngelBoy jumped up there for a look-see. It took him just a minute or two to decide he didn't want to sleep up there.

Down he came... mewing his way through the kitchen again... into the breakfast room... back into the living room... across the house and through the foyer... into our bedroom. Ah.... the fainting sofa by the windows. Across the room he went... up onto the sofa... he curled up with his chin on a soft fleece afghan and his back resting up against a satin pillow.

So far, so good. ShadowBaby hasn't found his new spot. I truly believe...... no, I know this for a fact... that these cats sit/sleep/nap/rest on our furniture for more hours than we do. As that book said--- "I am the cat... and don't you forget that."