Here is Mac waiting for me to join him in our favorite chair. He loves this chair, and if he even thinks that I'm headed toward it, up he goes to wait for me.
This poor recliner used to belong to my husband. Then I told him that it was going to the recliner dump and moved another chair to his television viewing site. But I couldn't get it out by myself and ended up sitting and reading here - still with the intention of disposing of it. Gradually, however, the comfort of this piece of junk became so much a part of my life that all thoughts of disposal vanished. I don't care how it looks, I love it. Fee occasionally makes a few caustic remarks concerning my "deceptive takeover," but mostly ignores it. Bless him. Mac and I would be lost without it.