CatMom I'll Take That Seat

Recently here, my cat has been sitting on the top of my chair. He thinks it is cool. He can balance, and stay there for 20 minutes, and it is very cat like, requires balance, and he can stay or relinquish his spot when he tires of balancing above my head.

One day, his dry catfood was low. And Lulu was on the back of my chair. And he does little things those days, to be a pain, so I chase him, and he can lead me to his obvious problem, the empty dry food bowl. And then, I fill it.

One of those days, he was sitting behind me on the top of the chair. This chair is the one I use while I write or create art here. That day, Lulu put out his paw. He puts out paws and claws, and he grabs my head and hair. He used my head to set his paw on, but it was more almost a hold. He did it about four times, and I removed him from the spot. On that fourth time, we did a little roundabout, as I tried to figure out what he wanted. He gets like that when there is a need. It's like a baby crying. He does not have a voice, so he does things. He says, "Hey, CatMom, figure me out."

I went in the kitchen, and I saw his catbowl. I filled it. Then, no big surprise, there was no more kitten sitting behind my head playing catch a mom by her hair.

Since then, he decided he really likes CatMom's chair seat. As soon as I get up, he has taken my seat. Now, depending on how things are going in the house, I let him have the seat. He's taken to it. If he wants to rest there, he can. And sometimes, we share. I let him sit behind me, and I sit forward. If I plan to sit a long time, I just pull him forward onto the desk. That is where he is now. And he is back to sleep. Yes, I took the seat. He does not mind.