So here I am perched on the edge of my computer chair trying to type this, because there is a rather plump cat sitting in what he now considers his spot. And that spot just happens to be my computer chair. I love this chair, and apparently now, so does he. Or at least he will claim this spot for a set amount of time, and then he will never return to it again. So far he has tried out, and claimed the back of the sofa, with my best and rather expensive throw. The kitchen chair with it's new corduroy pillow. Gar's favorite chair, and the foot of our bed.
He did briefly consider the floor of the clothes closet, and the bathtub, but they were not to his liking after all. He has claimed so many spots in this little home that we no longer know which blanket is his, and which spot he prefers. He changes his mind about which fleecy throw he prefers, having gone through a few, he no longer will sleep on them. It's a good thing that Bootsie is not a shedding cat, for there would be fur scattered all over here if he was.
This idiosyncrasy is just another part of his personality, and we love him dearly. It goes well with his penchant for having a different flavor of cat food, whenever the urge strikes him. He will happily settle in with one flavor, and suddenly never touch it again. Life with a cat that is not yours, but has adopted you, is always interesting. And if he gets too demanding he knows that he can always return to his "real" home.
Knowing that he is always welcome back at our door anytime.