momcat lives in that chair. she sleeps in it, she watches me from it, i'm not even sure that she's eating or using the litterbox anymore, she loves that chair so much.
well, anyway, look at the picture and imagine this:
momcat asleep in the chair. roswell runs into the room ZOOM! ZOOM! roswell runs out of the room ZOOM! ZOOM! roswell runs back into the room ZOOM! ZOOM! she sees the chair! what's on top of that chair?! she runs over to it! she jumps! she catches the top of the chair with her little front paws! she pulls her little face up to peer onto the chair! it's a momcat! momcat opens her eyes! sees little kitty paws and eyeballs peering over the edge of her chair! she reaches out and whacks roswell right on the top of the head -- just like a whack-a-mole game! roswell plops down to the ground. momcat goes back to sleep.
(note momcat's friend tatty sharing the lazy day with her)