One of Kenzie's favorite spots is a cloth covered padded kitchen chair. She often naps on it, or just meatloafs on it.

Several days ago, I left the chair pulled out, and I started to notice that Kenzie would jump up on it when I came into the kitchen, and trill for some scritches, which she always got , of course.

Later in the day, she was running ahead of me to get to The Chair, before I got to the kitchen, so she could get more scritches.

My kitchen is in the middle of my little house, but has three doors, so I pass through it pretty often. It's also very small, so I had to walk around The Chair.

This evening, when Kenzie was out of the kitchen, without thinking, I pushed The Chair back where it normally belongs.

I just went into the kitchen, to find a mournful Kenzie on the floor, looking from me to The Chair, and making her sweet little sad meows.

Obviously, The Chair was *not* where it belonged.

At least Kenzie had the good manners to just look happy, instead of smug, when I pulled The Chair out for her to jump up on, so she could get some scritches.

*Sigh*, it looks like I'm going to walking around that chair for some time to come, as I haven't the heart to push it in again....

Copyright © Thomas Cunningham
July 14, 2004

Read Thomas' other story: Kenzie and the Potato Chips