My mom used to tell me that picking your seat meant I was digging my underpants out of my . . . uhm . . . they were stuck and I was helping them get unstuck.
In this case, picking your seat means that Mabel already has. And I'm not sure where I am supposed to sit to work.
One of us is going to be very comfortable. The other will probably slide off the chair.
Life with cats.
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