Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!
Seagulls in Finding Nemo
Why is it that a cat ‘steals’ the chair where, just moments before, you were happily reading the paper? Could it be the warmth? Is it territorial (mine!)? Or proprietorial (who’s the boss)? Or just canny (she likes that chair so it must be the place to be)?
It reminds me of Finnick the cat making himself comfortable on the bed of Cosmo the dog. At the time I was babysitting, or maybe cat-sitting, at my sister’s family’s house for a few days and had taken Cosmo and his bed with me. This bolshie border terrier decided he was no match for Finnick, and opted for the passive aggressive. By some instinct, he went directly upstairs, in an unfamiliar house, where I found him some time later squeezed into Finnick’s bed and looking rather hard done by.
While I was searching out these photos, I found other examples of this territorial (if that’s what it is) behaviour. Perhaps it’s just about sharing.
To this day, Finnick remains a ‘first in, first served’ cat. He snaffles Mum’s knee when we visit, even while she’s sitting down in the hallway to take off her shoes. Then, once she’s settled on the sofa, Finnick’s there. Koda just has to make do.
Anne-O-tations 