"Don't even THINK of taking my chair!"

We had an ancient upholstered rocking chair that had so outlived its usefulness that unsuspecting visitors would sit down and go straight to the floor.

Five years ago, during Massive Garbage Week (aka Spring Clean-Up), we hauled the chair out of exile in the corner of the diningroom and had it in the hall line-up. Stormy, who clearly saw it as HER chair, jumped into the seat as we were moving it to the front door, and curled up in it with full claws and such a look of defiance that we relented and left it in the front porch.

Yesterday morning, in anticipation of the truck coming to haul things away, Doug and I began lining things up in the hallway and hauled the old rocker out of the porch. When I came home from a quick run to the convenience store, Stormy was glaring at me from the top of the back of the rocker.

Today, the chair is gone.

Stormy has taken over my pillow.