The boss

Sketch spent much of the night in the comfortable chair in the bedroom. As he had his breakfast, I took the chair to read. Later S hopped up on my lap, licking my face, giving me no peace to read. I would shoo him away, hoping he'd settle in one of his other sleeping spots. No luck. He was right back. Finally I gave up, let him have the chair, where he now sleeps, and came into the living room to read. The boss wins again.