You can’t move me!

My son is staying. Working in Bristol for a day, but the main reason is that he’s taking me to my birthday present. 
Normally the two kitchen chairs are occupied as follows - the nicest one, comfiest, nearest the radiator for Portia.  And the other one for me. But with L here, I was in Portia’s and he was in mine.  But never underestimate a cat - when I got up to get something from the fridge, she was on her chair in a nanosecond. And instantly so comfy and fast asleep I couldn’t possibly move her:-)