My neighbor's cat has taken to sleeping on the camp chairs that grace the verandah of El Casa Móvil De Pennington. Which kinda-sorta irritates me… coz the cat is white and sheds something fierce. Cat hair is worse than dog hair, Gentle Reader. It takes me a LOT of time to clean the hair off the chairs before I put my ol’ ass into one, come Happy Hour. I wouldn’t mind it so much if he/she/it always slept on this particular chair, which is used primarily as a foot-rest-cum-ottoman. But I DO mind it when he/she/it decides to occupy MY chair. A lot.
I don’t think this cat would feel so free about usurping my place if he/she/it knew how I felt about cats, in general. OTOH, perhaps he/she/it does know… coz he/she/it runs like Hell whenever I open the door or come home after being away. Smart cat.
Pic taken from my kitchen window… about ten minutes ago.