The chair immediately became prized territory, even though by right it should be MINE. (I am top cat after all!)
It is covered in a black cloth, so mummy realized quickly the only way it'll survive is to put an old sheet on it, and one of my fleece blankies on top of that.
Brother and I have had a great many battles over the chair. If he is sitting in it, I'll sneak up and THWACK him with my mighty paw!
If I'm sitting on it, he POKES the underside of the chair till I get off.
Several of his misadventures have led to the chair being knocked right over! (nuthin to do with me, honest)
Mummy was beginning to regret getting the chair, since we've been having more wrestling matches since it came than we ever have.
Well, last night we settled our civil chair war.
Ooo, head washies... ok, maybe there is room for both of us...
Yeahhhhh... get that spot by my ear, I can never reach it!
Even my whiskers! Wow, you're a pretty good brother
Fine. Fine. You've earned a spot cuddling with me. I just don't know that this chair is actually big enough for the both of us... zzzzzzzzz
(I guess it is!)