Guys, I think my cats are broken. They don’t seem to understand the concept of sitting somewhere comfortable. Take, for example, Satch, who thinks it’s super comfy to sit in an canvas bag we use to haul firewood inside. He does this all the time, whether there’s wood in the bag or not:

Then there’s Dizzy, who somehow looks murderous in all the photos I take of him. He likes to sit half way on a couple chairs, rather than on just one. They are his chairs. He has claimed them:

Just like Satch is his, too. So back off.

I’m telling you, my cats are defective.