Rules of feline ownership
Every time we bring home a new piece of furniture, Max decides it's his. If anyone comes near it while he's sitting on it, he swats at them.
My father in law offered us two recliners and a plush couch he and my mother in law no longer wanted, that are both in fabulous shape. The day we set the gear up, Max took position on one end of the sofa and would shake his paw violently at any passersby. "This is MINE," the furious look on his face said.
Bonnie tells me that within moments of the new bed we got yesterday being set up, Max had perched himself on it longitudinally. If she tried to get anywhere near the bed just to put sheets on, out came the paw.
She removed him from the bed and started to make it. She got on the fitted sheet, and there was the cat, sitting in the middle and glaring.
She removed him again and laid down the flat sheet. Presto, there's Max. *swat swat swat*
Blanket. Max. *swat*
Comforter. Max. *swat*
Eventually Bonnie just gave up.