Views are overrated, a room with a spew is what you really want. Ralph
The thought process that dictates which very precise spot on the floor a cat will choose to sit on is a complete mystery to me, but I guess I never get the urge that Ralph and Ivy do to undertake a thorough investigation into the smell of someone's feet or mouth either. In this photo I am sitting on the couch so Ralph is just staring at the base of it/my legs. Obviously.
Christmas came early this week for Adrianne when Ralph did a large vomit in her sewing room for her to clean up (he's fine, he just overdid it on the cat biscuits, greedy-guts). When Ivy heard the noise she came bounding down the hallway to see/smell/eat because she is a garbage cat.
I guess what I'm saying is cats are pretty gross and weird. And I'm sorry if you were eating. And for my obnoxious shoe-sock combo.