Sun and Moon

Every day, my mother showers the cat, making sure it's well-hydrated, blow-dries it, cooks delicious meals, talks to it, sits with it on the sofa to watch TV, and even takes it for walks. All of this is exactly what my mother used to do for me when I was a child. ​ Whom is the chair in our home intended for? Is it set out for the cat to sit upon, or is it there in anticipation of my return? This transcends the mere matter of a chair. It has taken my place, but what would the world look like through the cat's eyes?