Simon and I spend a lot of time in the blue Big-Dad Chair in the front room (living room). The chair swivels. It leans back. It's comfortable. It's a good place for reading, for watching The Americans, Justified, and Elementary on TV.
In the early part of the evening, Simon and I start out together in the chair, but we have a pattern of positions there. In the early evening, I sit on the left side next to the little table and tray, and Simon stretches out beside me on the right. A lot of eating goes on in the Brian Williams part of the evening, and I use the table and arm-rest tray for food and drink.
Simon, however, likes the left side of the chair too. Thus, if in the post Person of Interest (9-10) part of the evening, I get up to refill my drink mug or go to the back room for a fresh pack of gum, Simon will move to the left side by the time I return. That is fine, since sitting too long on the left makes my back hurt. I pat his little head and sit down on the right. All is copacetic.
Sometimes, however, if we haven't changed positions, he will get down, go to the back door and bark, as if he has to go out. When I get up and go to the kitchen to let him out, Simon will rush back to the chair, jump up, and curl up on left. Of course, now that I know what that bark means, I still choose to play his game; I go to the door as if he has fooled me yet again, for my back needs the change too. But I swear he's smiling as he passes me, racing to the chair.