madison and i are at war. he seems to think that the swanky new black-leather chair is here for his napping pleasure and his napping pleasure only. i, however, think the chair is here for me to rest my posterior whilst doing computer type stuff. he meows quite snarkily whenever i boot his kitty ass out of the chair. and now he sits near my feet eyeing me, trying to get me to rise out of the chair with his green cat eyes. but i am tougher than he is.