Can I sympathize. My wife got me a new office chair for my study, so I thought, oh boy, now the cats can sit in the old one, and I'll have a chair of my own. As they used to say in the Navy, dream on, sailor boy.
Now they each take a chair, and I fill in with something else. Sometimes I move them, but for unknowable reasons, I feel really badly about it, so usually I don't.
Today, for unknowable reasons, one is in the old chair, and the other is out of the room, so I'm the prince of my realm, for now. Remembering that house cats are genetically 99 percent tigers.
All those dogs look exceedingly comfortable. Tell me, exactly who has domesticated whom? Hmmm.