If I ever thought of the chance on how my pets rule me, its evident when I think about it. They really enjoy what ever it is that I am partaking in. If I am in the bathroom, they have to come in and see what it is that I am doing. ("Why is Jay laying in that tub filled with water? Us cats hate water!") Or when I go to cook something that might involve cutting up slices of ham, they are quick to let me know they are waiting just below me on the floor waiting to sample the cuisine.
One funny quick note involving that one works the same with cat treats too. Just the other night 
I was sitting in the living room on the floor in front of the couch with Porkey sitting nearby with me. We're just two guys hanging out being lazy. So I grab a pouch of cat treats and figure I'd give him some since he was the only one sitting out there with me. The other cats were too busy laying in the bedroom or bathroom or something. I tried to open up the pouch that I could without being noisy. I was doing a good job too! I barely heard anything and I'm the one opening it! But within 5 seconds..... jingle, jingle, jingle..... I hear the unmistakenable sound of a cat collar with a bell. Sure enough, Sylvester comes sprinting out of the bathroom, around the door and out of the bedroom, around the corner in the living room to in front of the couch where I am with Porkey. I break into histerics and laugh heavily as I notice him appearing to get some of the cat treat action with Tabby and Whiskers not far behind him.
I was sitting in the living room on the floor in front of the couch with Porkey sitting nearby with me. We're just two guys hanging out being lazy. So I grab a pouch of cat treats and figure I'd give him some since he was the only one sitting out there with me. The other cats were too busy laying in the bedroom or bathroom or something. I tried to open up the pouch that I could without being noisy. I was doing a good job too! I barely heard anything and I'm the one opening it! But within 5 seconds..... jingle, jingle, jingle..... I hear the unmistakenable sound of a cat collar with a bell. Sure enough, Sylvester comes sprinting out of the bathroom, around the door and out of the bedroom, around the corner in the living room to in front of the couch where I am with Porkey. I break into histerics and laugh heavily as I notice him appearing to get some of the cat treat action with Tabby and Whiskers not far behind him.Anyway, so the cats like whereever I am at and show an interest in it.
I have a couch. Not a great big grand-size couch, but a couch I can fairly lay down flat in. So there are basically three sections of the couch - left, center and right cushions. Typically when I go to eat I'll sit at one of the ends with either my plate on my lap or a tv tray sitting in front of me for my plate and cup. Now, usually I will kinda claim my spot on either end by freeing it up from the few pillows I have sitting there. I'll put the tv tray in front of that end. I'll even have the tv/cable remotes sitting by handy. So I'll go get my food on a plate or whatever and go back to the couch to sit down and enjoy my supper. Breakfast. Lunch. Whatever. But I wont be able to sit down as there'll be a cat sitting right there in that spot. See, I wont claim a spot that they're sitting at already. I'll pick the open end or even just the same exact spot that I may have just been sitting at. But sure enough if I get up and move to go get soemthing, one of the cats is sure to move on up to secure themselves. Often I come walking back over with a plate of my supper only to see that I no longer have a spot. Then either I have to move the kitty out of the way so I can sit down, or I'll give up and sit on the other side of the couch or even on the floor.
This also happens with the bed as well. I have a queen-size bed. Its a big size and ... yeah, there's plenty of room - or should be - for me and the cats to eat have our room. However, it doesn't go like that.
More so in the winter time when it gets cold out, the cats like to gather on the bed where they know its warmer. ("Hey, Jay will want to lay where its warm, so lets lay where he does!") And I think they take that sentiment quite literally. Often one or two of the cats will enjoy laying on the bed pillows. But while there is the left side and right side pillows they care only about what is "Jay's side" pillows. I dont know how they know it but they'll lay on MY pillow. Which makes it difficult to lay down and get to sleep. And they wont want to move either!
Because of the layout of the bedroom there is really only one way or one place to put the bed in. Combination of where the door is, door to the bathroom, the closet, and then the window that looks out onto Main Street. As it turns out, its the right side of the bed that is toward the wall where the window is. So that turns out to be a popular spot for the cats. What's nicer than to lay on the bed and be able to enjoy the sunshine and look out the window! How comfy! The problem arises when it is the idea that the right side is also my side of the bed.
Originally it was the left side of the bed that I used to sleep on. I am sure everyone encounters this that when you go to lay down in bed you have yourside. Whatever side is like "most comfortable", right? Or whatever just feels natural? Lets say when you go to a hotel room you end up sleeping on one of the two beds in the room, or in the single bed you have one side more often that you sleep on. With here my natural side had been the left side (toward the closet). But after some time I began to have back problems and achy back quite bad. So I thought to try sleeping on the otherside of the bed. Don't ask me what it was about, but my back has been perfectly fine since then. So for a while its been the right side I've been on.
But as I said it runs into conflictions with the cats. So when I go to get ready to go to sleep, there will usually be one cat laying at the foot of the bed on the right side, and then one laying usually right next to them on that same side. And then some nights even one laying up on the pillow on that side. I ain't gonna lay on the other side and cause my back to ache. So I end up moving the cats out of the way, or I try to lay down in bed as close as I can get to the right side.
Let's say that I get lucky and go to bed and the right side is free. Yes! It's mine! ALLLLLLL MINE! The right side of the bed will be mine tonight!
Not quite.
As an example I'll say how last night went. The only cat on the right side was Tabby who
was laying in this little mini cat bed that I had gotten the cats for Christmas. So I simply kinda slid it over to basically the middle or left side of the bed down at the foot of the bed. I laid down, was comfortable and went to sleep. But in the morning I didnt quite feel comfortable. I tried to sleep in, but I kept waking up ever 2 or 3 hours. Finally I felt like I could sleep in all that I could. So I laid there getting the motivation to get up in the morning. I even turned my head so I could see my alarm clock up behind me. Why was I not comfortable, I couldnt understand. Until I actually sat up.
was laying in this little mini cat bed that I had gotten the cats for Christmas. So I simply kinda slid it over to basically the middle or left side of the bed down at the foot of the bed. I laid down, was comfortable and went to sleep. But in the morning I didnt quite feel comfortable. I tried to sleep in, but I kept waking up ever 2 or 3 hours. Finally I felt like I could sleep in all that I could. So I laid there getting the motivation to get up in the morning. I even turned my head so I could see my alarm clock up behind me. Why was I not comfortable, I couldnt understand. Until I actually sat up.I was laying criss-crossed in the bed. My head was on my pillow on the right side, but my legs and feet were angled down to the left. On the right side down by the foot? Whiskers was sleeping nicely. Between him and me....where my legs should have been.....The cat bed with Sylvester sleeping comfortably as well. How did they over take it?! How did they manage to get me turned around so Whiskers could sleep at the foot of the bed? .... Furthermore... how did they manage to get the cat bed from one side of my body to the other and then half way up the bed?!?!?!
Every time I think I have one up on the cats, I only find out that they have one up on me. Whatever space I think is mine...isn't actually mine. More or less its as though I am merely the place holder until the cats feel like they are ready to resume their positions.