"It sits there, glowing in all its tattered splendor. The most comfortable chair in the world. But guess what? Someone's in it. That someone is that diabolical cat I have to fight with for everything I want. Pounce. Affection from the humans. Space near the radiator. He will not, I repeat, NOT, take all that I care for away from me. At least not without a fight. So, as a valiant furry soldier, I go into battle weary, but brave. . ."