The picture below is wrong, all wrong.
This is Mandy's chair.
Well, first it belonged to the humans in our family--for about a minute and a half.
THEN it was Mandy's chair.
Then we got Smokie and after about a year or so, she claimed it as hers.
There must have been some discussion while the two dogs were trying to kill each other (early in their relationship) that involved the ownership of the chair.
One day, Smokie was laying there and Mandy was not.
Now, this has occurred.
Smokie has not completely given up ownership, nor has Mandy, but letting the kitten take it is just wrong.
Mind you, he has razor sharp teeth and can jump three feet in the air and grabs doggy ankles as they pass by the bed.
But still! It's the dog chair, dangit!
We humans in the house admit, that when we've been so lucky to have had a seat in the chair, that it loves us. It wraps its buttery leather arms around us. It makes us sleepy and comfy and warm. It would bake us cookies if it could could. And read to us.
And so, I've decided that the chair doesn't really belong to any of us. It means something comforting to all of us, even the naughty, ankle biting kitty.
Is it wrong to love a chair so much? Do you have a favorite piece of furniture?