I love seat stealing. It really isn't stealing though, because everything around here is mine and I choose to let you borrow it. There is nothing I love more than to immediately take up residence in nice warm roosts as soon as they are vacated. The best is at night, when we are hanging out watching the talking box and Mom or Dad gets up for a refreshment or bathroom break.
These are the opportunities I live for. I swiftly get up and relocate to where their rumps were. Walk around in circles and plunk right down.
When they get back, are they ever irritated. I love it. I do it every time. It's mine and they know it.
There is a new seat in the house . It's located right under the new desk Grampy made for Mommy. Mom put a nice pillow under there, soft, cozy, perfect. One problem...they call it Brigittes' seat. Something about how she is always at Moms feet and this makes the perfect little place for her. It's true, that little kiss up is always right beside the Mom. Before she had the desk, Brigitte would sit right under the table whenever Mom was working. But I mean, Brittes' seat? C'mon, they really should know better by now. If I'm going to steal their big old seats, there is no way I'm not stealing hers.