One of my biggest quirks besides my avid love of beauty products is that I won't make a bed if there is a cat curled up on it sleeping. Yes, I know I sound like a deranged Cat Lady, but I just don't have the heart to wake them up so I can make the bed. I also let them sleep in my fave spot on the couch and will move to another chair. Again, a little excessive. The husband is always saying "it's just a cat!" but I've caught him giving them wide berth, too, when one is snoozing.
Yesterday, we were watching the Mythbusters marathon and the couch was full and the chair was occupied with one extremely fluffy grey cat. So in my desperation to actually SIT DOWN in my own house, I moved the cat. She huffed off in a snit and one of the kids screamed, "Mom, you moved the cat!"
INDEED, I DID.
Of course, by the time that I went and got my glass of wine from the kitchen, the chair was full again. Miss Huffy-Fluffy Pants had decided she wasn't going to take any sass from me and cat-handled her way back into the chair. And fell asleep. All within 26 seconds, mind.
I sat on the floor.
Oh. Mah. Wurhd. My new vacuum is WONDERFUL. I ran around all over the house with it this morning. The kids were laughing at me because "Mom! You aren't supposed to like it that much!