Like all creatures, cats are territorial. When I put my second chair in the workshop, Friday quickly claimed it as hers.
Friday came in and found The Captain napping in HER chair. She looked around, annoyed for a minute, then laid down on top of him. Despite the wide eyes, The Captain was relatively compliant; he is such an agreeable and tolerant cat. Friday was my workshop copilot. I say “was” because last week I moved that chair over to my new painting station. Now when she comes into the workshop, there is nowhere for her to sit next to me that is comfortable. She has meowed her displeasure about the situation to me a number of times.
Upstairs, Oz was placidly enjoying the almost-spring sunshine when he saw another cat checking out the yard. He ran to the door so fast I thought he’d go through it. He whipped his tail for a minute or two, but I had to interrupt the drama to go to work and thus caused both cats to depart.