One of Kenzie's favorite spots is a cloth covered padded kitchen chair.
She often naps on it, or just meatloafs on it.

Several days ago, I left the chair pulled out, and I started to notice
that Kenzie would jump up on it when I came into the kitchen, and trill
for some scritches, which she always got , of course.

Later in the day, she was running ahead of me to get to The Chair,
before I got to the kitchen, so she could get more scritches.

My kitchen is in the middle of my little house, but has three doors, so
I pass through it pretty often. It's also very small, so I had to walk
around The Chair.

This evening, when Kenzie was out of the kitchen, without thinking, I
pushed The Chair back where it normally belongs.

I just went into the kitchen, to find a mournful Kenzie on the floor,
looking from me to The Chair, and making her sweet little sad meows.

Obviously, The Chair was *not* where it belonged.

At least Kenzie had the good manners to just look happy, instead of
smug, when I pulled The Chair out for her to jump up on, so she could
get some scritches.

*Sigh*, it looks like I'm going to walking around that chair for some
time to come, as I haven't the heart to push it in again....

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"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein

Life is very difficult. Once you understand that, life becomes easier.
-Buddha