There is something disturbing (and also intrinsically adorable) about a grown man who foregoes sitting down in front of his computer because the cat occupies his seat.
My husband nearly sat on Henry (we still haven’t changed the colour of our office chair covers) and then decided to find something else to do rather than disturb him. He had planned to watch the rugby game between England and Wales on the computer, and when the national anthems were over he gently rolled his chair to the side and asked me for mine.
I found something else to do. It’s good to know one’s ranking in the pecking order.