Morgain
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As a modern net obsessed family we sit clustered at our desks with palatial padded high backed chairs. Well recently I took to a big couch for health reasons with laptop - better for circulation. So I'm looking over and around my laptop at the two chairs my men use a few feet away. The house is still and silent in the night hours.
Suddenly there's an almighty crash! I look over and see - yet again -the same stubborn little tabby puss on the floor looking dazed and shocked. She stands perfectly still for several minutes getting her bearings and waking up enough to solve the situation. Again.
She has fallen 5ft from the top of the back of one of the chairs with an great thump because she was deep asleep up there. This is about fall number 6 tonight.
There's a great big comfy seat right there. The room is full of cosy nooks and cushions. But no it has to be my sweetheart's chair, her beloved companion man. All well and good but why the top of the back of it when its seat is so padded and safely enclosed? Why when she has fallen off it so painfully every hour on the hour all through the night?
Something in me admires her courage and idiocy. Is it devotion to the man I love too? is it feline insistence on a high place to sit?
Whatever it is she pays a high price for it. Right now she's climbed back up and is snoozing in "the right place."
<shakes head mystified>
Suddenly there's an almighty crash! I look over and see - yet again -the same stubborn little tabby puss on the floor looking dazed and shocked. She stands perfectly still for several minutes getting her bearings and waking up enough to solve the situation. Again.
She has fallen 5ft from the top of the back of one of the chairs with an great thump because she was deep asleep up there. This is about fall number 6 tonight.
There's a great big comfy seat right there. The room is full of cosy nooks and cushions. But no it has to be my sweetheart's chair, her beloved companion man. All well and good but why the top of the back of it when its seat is so padded and safely enclosed? Why when she has fallen off it so painfully every hour on the hour all through the night?
Something in me admires her courage and idiocy. Is it devotion to the man I love too? is it feline insistence on a high place to sit?
Whatever it is she pays a high price for it. Right now she's climbed back up and is snoozing in "the right place."
<shakes head mystified>
If I told you, id probably never be able to show my face around here again 
