The Best Seat In The House? This one---at my drawing board, paints and brushes at hand, Baroque guitar on the portable CD player. There's only one problem. I've been doing more writing (which always takes place on the living room couch) in recent months than drawing. So Kitty (he's asked that I not use his real name) has come to the conclusion that the Best Seat is HIS Best Seat. Now that I'm back to illustrating, Kitty and I have a little---make that a large---contest of wills each morning when I go to work.
Once evicted from the Best Seat (yes, I always win), the Second Best Seat (according to Kitty) is the one in front of the computer. Clearly a come-down. But this does not solve the problem. I have to use this seat as well, many times during the day, which means more contests of will.
After a second eviction, the Third Best Seat in the house is this one, arranged especially for Kitty, and a seat he'll never have to share with me. Its drawbacks? Location ... size ... view ... plus it's never conveniently warmed up ahead of time by someone else's posterior.
The conclusion that I draw from all this? That Kitty is an especially intelligent being. He understands the true priorities of life. As I compose this blog post, opportunistic Kitty, surrounded by paints and brushes and the music of Bach, is settling down into ... the Best Seat In The House.