This morning I settled into a chair to work. A while later, I got up for a coffee refill and returned to find an interloper:
In my family, we call that getting sharked. As in, “Loki just sharked my chair.”
Anyway, I was feeling generous so I moved to another chair, one that actually suited me better because it’s next to a window and big patch of warm sunshine, and worked there for some time. I then left to take care of something in another room and when I returned, found this:
Maybe I should bring the rocking chair up from the basement. I’ve heard that cats get real nervous around those . . .