A Cat’s Eye View of Possession

The most comfortable chair in the house is quite naturally mine.
The fresh salmon you are preparing is obviously for me.
If there is praise to be had, it concerns me. If complaints are flying about-see the dog.
The whole house, of course, is mine. I may let you share it.
How nice. You’ve brought me some tasty titbits of fresh food swimming about in warm water.
If it’s luxurious, expensive, and preferably tasty, it must be for me.
If any guests come to visit, it is for the sole purpose of pandering to me.
The ball of wool attached to whatever it is you are holding must surely be just for me to amuse myself with.
If it is small and in my house, or my garden, or my neighbourhood, or simply within reach – and it moves – then it’s mine until it doesn’t.
Once it’s dead, it’s yours.