I swear the cats run this household, or at least you would think that based on the pictures Mrs. Wolves takes. If a kitty takes over a chair for sleep person, woe betide the person who attempts to oust the kitty so he can sit in that chair. That, of course, means me. Here is Mayhem sleeping in my chair one evening recently:
We were about to watch a "Game of Thrones" episode. I was forced to sit elsewhere because Mrs. Wolves refused to let me evict Mayhem. I love my kit-tays as much as the next guy, but this is ridiculous.