There are two lawn chairs in the middle pasture currently. Since I had myself in one of them, Reggie decided he'd help himself to the other:
"Look at me, I'm in the chair":
"And just so we're clear, I wouldn't be in this chair if you had let me sit in your lap in your chair":
"But fine. I'll just curl up here...maybe close my eyes for a minute or two":
"Huh," I say to Reggie. "That chair doesn't seem to fit you as well as it did the last time we were down here":
"I dare say maybe it's even time to cut back on the hay a bit, Chubby Chubster..."
"Really, though," Reggie responded, "if I could just get this back to recline - just a smidge - I bet I could totally fit":
"Yeah, there you go, Reggie, way to use your head":
"Wait - I'm not sure that's such a good idea...you're on a bit of a hill, Reggie":
"Heh," I say to his retreating backside, "Bet that got your little heart racing. Maybe a nap down there in the soft grass would be better?":
I did not get a response.
Oh, and here's a short example of what Kai is having to put up with these days: