I swear, my chair has it's own ongoing saga.
First, Jebus realized that inside it was this awesome white stuff, and it became his mission to shred the seat. I taped it up, and he gave up for like, a year. Then one day a piece of tape stuck to my ass when I stood up, and he went OMG. IT COMES OFF? THIS WHOLE TIME I COULD JUST PEEL IT OFF? And the hunt for the white stuff began.
So two days ago, I taped the chair again. And then, to hopefully avoid any ass-related incidents, I put a towel over the seat. Admittedly, I thought this was a genius plan. And it worked. Jebus no longer cares about my chair.
But Cuddles. Oh, Cuddles. To Cuddles, it is a brand new chair. The first time she walked in my room and saw this old chair with a slate blue-ish gray towel draped over the seat, her entire body perked. What's this, she wondered. It is something new. She sniffed the chair. She walked circles around the chair. And finally, she sat in the chair.
And it was the best fucking chair that was ever made. It was the chair
of the gods.
It's been two days, and her life revolves entirely around the chair. The chair I spend all of my computer time in. If I get up, be it to pee or go get a drink, she beelines for the chair. It is
the chair. It should be
her chair. I do not appreciate the chair for all it really is. A few minutes ago I was writing a list, dropped my pen, and it rolled just out of reach. I lifted my ass for
two seconds to reach the pen, and there was Cuddles. She squeezed under my hovering ass to claim the chair.
We are at war. It is capture the chair, and it is not a friendly game. And if she actually does get the chair, and I try and remove her from it, she howls and yowls and cries with such pitiful gutwrenching pain that the neighbors must thing I'm routinely shoving small knick knacks up her ass for safe keeping. Any day now, Peta is going to come and take me away. And that is what she wants. Because then?
She will have the chair.