There is a power struggle going on with myself and Sylvester.
He has taken a liking to my chair that i use when i sit here.Of all the places in the house he has to choose that chair.The minute my back is turned there he is on my chair and because i am too soft with him i end up sitting on the horrible rickety woooden chair.
Other times i move him off onto the sheepskin rug or the bed.
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