One day I asked Sweety, "where's Maggie?" I went downstairs to look and lo and behold! She has found her favorite spot. It's an antique chair that I "inherited" from my sister. Maggie can sit there and watch the birds outside and then take a nap. What is it about the chair that she likes? I have no idea. Maybe it's the feel of the fabric. She doesn't get up on the other furniture in the living room. I do know for sure, though, that she doesn't know there is a cat watching over her!