When the humans who adopted me came to the shelter, it was lucky that I was spending time in the office! My bed was on a chair and a human started petting me and scratching around my neck. I closed my eyes and purred contentedly.
The female human couldn’t make up her mind which cat to adopt. I don’t think she’d even seen me! But the male human who had been petting me said, “I want this one!”
The female human looked over at me, seeing me for the first time. She came over to pet me too. They talked to the people at the shelter who told stories about me that the humans liked – about what a good mother I had been, and that made them sad – that I had been in the shelter a long time, after all my kittens were adopted, one by one. So that day, these humans decided to adopt me and take me to live with them!
Now I have my own piece of furniture – this scratching post! Whenever someone comes home, I greet them and go immediately to this spot, where I rub against the scratching post. See, it’s mine!!
There are things I like attached to the scratching post, too: the carrot is full of catnip, which I sometimes rub against or lick, until I feel VERY content! The leather string holds the carrot in place – the male human tied it there, and I can play with the ends that hang down. The red ribbon was left over from Christmas. I think I destroyed it, because it’s not there anymore.
The table and chair behind my scratching post belong to the humans, supposedly. The table is definitely within my territory. And the chair is mine whenever I decide to sleep on it!
Meow!
Hazel
Manx, Tabby and Tortie: my life with cats 
That bed looks comfy. ;D