You know, sometimes Mom is pretty stupid. I have to lie on each and every piece of clothing she wears every day, to make sure it's marked with my special stink.
She comes home after her day hunting gig smelling of those stupid servants she fusses over all the time. Then she has the nerve to go into the sewing room to sew. I let her know In No Uncertain Terms that she has to SIT in the recliner so I can get her back smelling the way she should.
She ignores me! Imagine that!
(Don't worry, she's got a wing chair in her room that is great for sharpening my claws.)