Geezer Cat

This is my brother's cat, curled up asleep in his favorite chair at my mom's house. This chair, of late, has become his turf and he gets very upset if someone sits in it when he wants to sleep there. The cat is nearly 17 years old now so he's getting up in cat years. I suppose, then, one can easily excuse the old beast for getting grumpy when someone's in what he regards as his chair. One evening recently I happened to be over at my mom's for dinner - in fact, I believe it was on my brother's birthday a few weeks ago now - and his girlfriend decided to sit in this chair in order to watch Masterpiece Theatre with my mom. The cat got very indignant and huffed and puffed around the house, meowing over perceived violation of his turf. He wanted to go down the basement, then back up to the living room, then down the basement, then back in the living room, all the while, I suspect, hoping that his chair would be abandoned and once again available. When it became apparent that it wouldn't, he went down the basement again and we heard him meowing in a rather whiny tone, met with an answer by an equally whiny cat meow, that belonging to the ex-neighbor's abandoned cat Herman, who, for the winter, has taken up residence in my mom's basement, not the warmest place in the world, but certainly out of the elements and containing the remains of an old camp bed mattress amidst a host of construction equipment that is strewn all over the basement floor. So Herman and Dupree, my brother's cat, decided to carry on a rather lengthy conversation complaining about their lives and the ills heaped upon them by humans, I suspect. They're both very chatty cats by nature and it was almost funny to hear these cats talking to each other in the basement while we humans languished upstairs in the warm living room watching PBS on my mom's huge flat screen TV. Eventually the conversation ended and Dupree came marching back up the basement steps and into the living room, only to find his chair still occupied. He huffed and jumped up to the sofa to stand on the top of it and stare angrily out the picture window - at what, on a bitter winter night, I do not know - but he stood there and stared nonetheless, until the show was over and his chair once again became available again, at which time he reclaimed his sacred turf and curled up asleep in it. So the fluffy beast has, for the moment, a claim on a piece of living room furniture at my mom's. A head's up for future visitors - the green chair is Dupree's, at least for the moment, until he decides he needs to lay claim to some other place in which to sleep!