Want to hear something pretty sad? The big green leather armchair I am sitting in right now is not even mine. It's Daisy's. Yes, Daisy has her own armchair. It wasn't supposed to be hers... it was new when we got her. It had been a present to my father from my best friend. This friend owns a cat who had sat in it a few times and the hair must have gotten down in the cracks of the cushion. When we got baby Daisy we put her in the chair. She immediately started sniffling and growling that puppy growl and trying to dig though the leather! It was so cute! She finally gave up after months of doing that and realized maybe there is no cat in there. But during those months, this chair turned into Daisy's chair. She's almost too big for it now and has to lay on her back with her head resting on one of the arms to fit, but she doesn't mind. The only reason I am allowed to sit in it right now is because she is already asleep in my bed. If she was down here she'd be looking up at me with those big brown Basset eyes that would be saying "Uh, Mom? What are you THINKING?" And of course, I'd get up.