The lady gave in and moved the chair back to where I wanted it. She wedged it in the corner and put a small piece of wood under one slightly-shorter-than-the-rest leg so that it would not wobble. Then she got the bright idea of taking a seat cushion she had stored in the garage and putting it on the chair for my "comfort." I refused to get on the chair with that thing on it. Finally, she removed it. The first thing I did was to jump up on my chair and then onto the "danger" railing. Then, after what I deemed to be sufficient begging and groveling by the lady, I got on the chair and rubbed my scent all over it, because who knows what sort of stink it picked up when it was 15 feet away for two days.
Here are two ornaments. The first is a small, glittery pinecone box that has a little bunny hidden in it. You can hang the ornament open or closed.
The second is a personal favorite. It is a black cat ballet dancer in mid-leap.