When I’m at home, I spend a lot of time in bed. It’s more comfortable than my wheelchair, and it’s good to get stretched out for at least part of the day.
When I’m not in the wheelchair, the cat is. He loves the wheelchair. He’s determined to stay there for as long as he can.
Somehow, the effort of getting the cat to move is more onerous than the transfer from bed to chair. And the cat doesn’t help. When he notices me starting to get up, he closes his eyes tighter, curls up a little more, and hopes that he’s just imagining it.