New furniture? Pet heaven!

Mark’s old (20 years) recliner rocker chair has been grumbling, groaning and complaining for years now, but it finally ‘croaked’.

So, I ordered a brand new recliner sofa at less than half price simply because if we waited at all, replacing Mark’s chair would cost a heck of a lot more.

As some of you may remember me posting about in the past, Mark’s recliner, with Mark in it, was pet heaven. When Mark’s not around they stick to me like glue. I have a hard time blogging at the sofa because the sliders for my notebook table don’t fit under it and I have to reach quite far. So, I moved to an old armchair where I could still pull the table in, the only problem being the pets have no room to be beside me, so they sit on top of me and each other, shuffling to find a comfy spot.

Needless to say, I gave up and went back to the new sofa and I’m currently looking for a solution to resolve my blogging issue.

What has been apparent all along is that while Mark’s at work, I’m his stand-in. They seem to know when it’s the last 30 minutes to an hour before Mark comes home because they immediately get up and go to the window watching for him to pull into the driveway. They could be cuddling with me on the sofa at the time, but that doesn’t matter as they can’t wait for their deity from ‘pet heaven’ to get home.

The day we had the new sofa delivered, I was sitting on it having a cup of coffee and got up to do something. I was gone only about five minutes, but when I returned, I found three of our four pets claiming their spots on the new sofa (see picture below.) When Bob, our other cat is in, he and Mew (in the picture) usually tussle over who’s going to lay in that spot. Mew’s getting particularly bitchy in her old age and Bob’s been at the receiving end of her ire more than a few times, so he never instigates. If Bob happens to be laying there, however, and Mew decides she wants that spot, she’ll run at him, claws out, hissing and spitting.

So, here is the checklist of our pet ‘annoyances’:

• Frankie licks, and licks, and licks some more, and insists on sitting on either his ‘shelf’ (my bosom) or the back of the chair behind our necks.
• Oliver barks and grumbles, and he’s jealous of the attention Frankie gets and thinks he should be a lapdog too, so “Oliver ‘see’, Oliver ‘do’” (see Frankie’s list above).
• Mew has kitty ‘PMS’ (there can be no other reason for her bitchiness).
• Bob meows for more food when the bowl is still half full, and bangs loudly on our bedroom door at night when he wants in.

But who cares? They’re family.