Day #360 - Christmas Slug

Whose chair is this I think I know, her house in the village though ....
This lump of fur thinks this chair is his chair. Twice Jake has meowed
 and meowed at me and when I got up to see what was the matter,
he flew into my chair like a bat out of hell, curled up like
 this and went to sleep. How can I turf him out looking
like this? Yeah and he knows it too!