As I tried to rearrange furniture yesterday, the feline royalty grew very excited.

They wanted me to know that they were pleased with my efforts to organize their domain.  Dude draped himself on top of the coffee table with the marble top as I lugged it from the family room to the living room.  It was a bumpy road, but he arranged himself bonelessly on the surface as I toggled it end by end.  Kao threw himself under the table and watched avidly upside down as I moved it carefully to avoid planting a leg in his pudgy stomach.

Overall, they were pleased with the results.  I think Dude preferred my husband's favorite end table in the new spot, beside the southwest patterned love seat, but I returned it to the original position beside my mate's recliner.  They only think the world revolves around cats.  I do a lot of spinning around Sam, the human king of this castle.

And he won't like the plants I put in the family room.  The cats love them.  After all, it reminds them of their ancestors' sojourn in the wild.  They purr with pride, imagining that they are lord of the beasts even now.  Kao and Dude certainly run my little golden cat into hiding.  They intimidate Sherman, who outweighs them by 65 pounds of collie brilliance.  No matter.  Domination is their game. They also like to doze under umbrellas drying after summer rain, almost as much as they enjoy the shelter of  the plastic Christmas tree with its convincing green needles.  However, I was not amused when Kao curled up around the china pitcher I placed on my lace tablecloth-swathed dining table. 

Even now, as I type this, my black furry lap cat is interfering.  He thinks I sat here for the opportunity to hold him.  (Sigh) it must be time to put out the bedtime cat treats.