Why can't I just sit down? Why is it that, to find just the right position I have to circle a spot once, twice, maybe even a third time, then twist myself into my favorite position?
I have this same problem going from point A to point B. I decide I want to sit up on the back of the loveseat, for example, and instead of going from where I'm standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DAMN THING I jump up onto mom's lap in her rocker next to it, jump onto the arm of the loveseat, step over dad's lap and across the cushion, then, finally climb up onto the back of it. What, exactly did God have in mind when he gave feline's their thought process and decision-making skills? Or how about their inability to feel shame? I seem to have no problem whatsoever plopping down on mom or dad's lap, or on top of them in their bed and lifting my leg to start lapping at my privates. Sometimes I even manage to lift both legs, my feet high in the air, and just go to town washing my already-neurotically-obsessively-cleansed groin area.
And while I'm on a roll here, why do I have to walk over my food and water dishes, turn around, and sit at them from behind with my back to the wall? Why can't I just approach them from the front and eat and drink?