An Audience with Prince Sullivan

I truly believe that there is a point in every pet owner's life when you begin to question who is in charge... you or the pet. I would like to put that question to rest right now, the one in charge... isn't you.

On a lark, a couple of weeks ago I took a large piece of scrap fleece and spread it out on the cushion of our chair and deemed it Sullivan's throne. Little did I know how prophetic that would become, now Sullivan doesn't want to be anywhere else. He lays in the chair, sleeps in the chair, and supervises human activity from the chair. If, on the off chance, one of us lowly humans asserts our right to use the chair (that would be hubby) Sully paces, prances, stares, and climbs in order to maintain a close proximity to his most valued throne. This continues until said lowly human vacates area and restores the throne to its rightful owner.

Prince Sullivan is ready to grant you an audience now...