The One With The Low-Hanging Fruit
It’s rare that Charles is allowed on the couch. Actually, to say he’s ever allowed would be a misnomer; when he gets the urge, he gets on the couch whether we like it or not. If we don’t have the energy to forcibly remove him, he stays and we are forced into tolerance.
This happens exclusively when we are also on the couch (what draw would there be otherwise?). His size and predilection for human contact (of the physical rather than eye or emotional sort) means that we can expect to be laid and breathed on.
But we’re not complaining.
