The Chair: My Throne, My Legacy (and My Human’s Funny Struggle)
Oh, the chair. Not just any chair—my chair. Soft, warm, and shaped just right from all my naps and loafing. It smells like me, holds my presence, and best of all, it’s covered in my fabulous fur.
Humans? Oh, they complain. They pull out those sticky rollers, trying to erase my masterpiece. They groan when they find my fur on their black clothes. But do they really hate it? I don’t think so.
Deep down, I know they secretly love it. They sit in my chair anyway. Sometimes, they even smile when they find one of my hairs on their sleeve—like a little reminder of me.
My mom vs. My Fur
My mom has a love-hate relationship with my fur. It’s everywhere—on clothes, furniture, even in their food (hey, it adds flavor!). They spend so much time trying to clean it up, but when it’s time to actually throw it away, they hesitate.
Some humans even collect our fur! Not because they have to, but because they want to. They roll it into little fluff balls and keep them in jars. A few even turn it into tiny felt sculptures or hats. Check this Instagram account: Umatan Aren’t they wonderful? She published her book in English with “How to” so who are interested, check it out!
My mom? She take pictures of it before tossing it. Her Camera Roll is full of these staffs. Weird? Maybe. Sweet? Totally.
The Magic of Cat Fur
Believe it or not, humans have always thought our fur was special. In ancient Egypt, touching a cat’s fur was seen as lucky. Some people believed it could protect against bad energy. Even today, humans look for ways to hold onto it—not just because they don’t want fur on their couch, but because it reminds them of us.
So, let them try to reclaim my chair. Let them fuss over the fur. But we both know the truth: it was never their chair to begin with.
OF, BY AND FOR CATS LOVERS! 
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