What is this that I spy with my big eyes? Please inform me as to why it has not been laid at my feet this very moment?
The agony of defeat at my failure to entrap this curious object. 'O, where fore art thou hands of human help my soul yearns for!' Heh, heh, heh :), mom sits in this chair with the pillow behind her but as she walks to the kitchen....alas! The king takes his place upon the soft pillow of her previous seat - but oh, the moment is fleeting. How my mechanical tail moves back and forth when she refers to me as Fat Bastard. (Please, do not be offended by this term of affection, borrowed from the Mike Myers film)