It goes without saying that both of these chairs are my chairs. Of course, you are well aware the polka dot one is mine alone and the other has my polka dot Ellen-blankie which also makes it mine! Most evenings, mine Mommy and I will relax in these to watch a movie, she prefers the former as it has a foot rest. In truth, I prefer it as well, to rest my weary head on the chairs arm ...
~ now we might also call this A Tale of Trading Places ~
So, there we were, she watching Ozark, me watching what I thought was a bug on the ceiling [not] when I saw her hit pause on the remote. Aha, I knew what that meant. Up she got, to the kitchen for a snack. Opportunity strikes. Before you could say cat-tail I took that opportunity with a quick jump to the other chair.
As said, what's mine is mine, but take note that what's she thinks is hers is really mine.