Down with historiography

Mouser wants to be with me most of the time. When I'm not sitting behind my desk it jumps on my lap and sticks to it like glue until my legs go numb. Yesterday I tried a new spot in the house. I put a lounge chair in front of the bedroom window. It faces South, so I got to sit in my own private solarium for a couple of hours. Mouser didn't want to stay outdoors, kitteh could see me sitting there and wanted to join me. For some time it stayed on the sill, but then, using my legs as a pontoon bridge, crossed over to stand on my historiography course and looked at me very intently:
'This is no competition. Put the historiography down. This is my spot now.'