As anyone with multiple cats surely knows, there is always fussing going
on over space. Rather like little kids in the car bickering that Big
Brother's pinky nail has inched onto Little Sister's side of the back
seat. Likewise in the Singh home (This means that the Singhs are honored
to pay the mortgage and are allowed to live in the cats' residence.)

First we had the Archie Chair. For those who have never heard of the
famous Chair, it is named after Archie Bunker's beloved chair from "All
In The Family," And we called it so because Stosh would not allow anyone
on it, including the two-legs. He began to let Brandy come up with him,
and they got bored and let Odessa have it. Now Odessa won't let anyone
near it, and it's once again the Archie Chair.

I have a pile of laundry on the dining room table. We have not eaten on
this table for four months because Roxie has made her bed in it. She
will scold me and lay her claws into a piece of clothing if I presume to
try to remove it while in Madame's presence. Our closets? Perhaps we'll
make private litter privies for the young ones.

And then there's the refrigerator. I suppose most of you actually USE
the tops of your fridges. You may have useful things which you like to
keep nearby. We are not allowed this convenience. You see, the
refrigerator belongs to Roxie. She can jump from floor to fridge without
struggling to pull herself up by the front paws. Her strength is just
remarkable. And when she's up there, she will mark the entire perimeter,
rubbing her face on it, wagging her very long tail as if to waft her
scent over the top. She is protective as hell of that space too. Brandy
learned to get up there via the bar, as she doesn't have the muscle
Roxie has, and yesterday Roxie sat by my feet and cussed the air blue
until I took The Bit down. Brandy whined. Roxie got up and proceeded to
mark her office with renewed vigor. And I stand by and silently adjust
to the fact that I will never be able to put my spices and soup cans up
top. I think we're going to get Madame a bed, glue magnetic strips
across the bottom, and stick it up there so that maybe, just maybe, I
can finally hang my wash!

Blessed be,
Baha