Sofa turf-war

It turns out that despite the vast and palatial nature of my apartment me and herself are in competition for a single sofa cushion.

 I was not aware of this battle. Though she HAS taken to sitting and staring at me for long periods of time - I thought it was because she was hungry!

I need to sit there because it means I can put my tea down on the table beside me.  

She needs to sit there because that is where she sits.

I discovered this last night when I very gently picked her up, moved her onto the next cushion, put down my mug and sat down in that spot. Only to discover there was a cat underneath me. The length of time it took her to move back was probably world record beating. Though it was overtaken almost immediately by the speed at which she moved when she realised she was about to get firmly squashed ... :D