Tabitha is sensitive to light. Also to cold, discomfort, and the absence of food.Prefer us on GoogleWhat is the relationship between a cat and a couch? Think of it as the connection between a moon and the planet it orbits.In the feline universe, you see, a couch is a body of stupendous mass that distorts and displaces space time to such a degree that a mere fluffy house-pet has no hope of defying its gravitational pull. The tiny cat is drawn to the couch like an atom caught at the event horizon of a black hole, and sent hurtling into its upholstered recesses. There, in pillowed softness, the cat must remain for aeons, or at least till dinner time.To illustrate this astronomical phenomenon, I offer a collection of readers’ cats trapped in the comforts of couch-world. Will they escape? Yes, eventually – it’s just a matter of escape velocity.Thanks to all for submitting photos. Please email me your own pet photos, or message me via the Four Legs Good Facebook page. Please no AI, and help keep Furry Friday free of embarrassing mistakes by remembering to include your pet's name, and its sex if it's not obvious!This is a ‘couch’ edition of Furry Friday but in a cat’s mind, armchairs count as couches if they achieve a high enough level of luxury. George’s full length and width are nicely accommodated in this chair.Peanut has recently been in surgery. Now she demonstrates the adage that sleeping is healing.Maisey is the perfect designer cat for muted tones and delicate neutrals.Ah, that most desirable dress circle of the couch: the cushiony back of it. Maddie is working towards an eventual change in the shape of the cushion that better matches her body.Mr Squeaky is a stately 15 years old and is, I’m told, very vain and spoilt. He’s possessed of a rarely used voice whose tininess earned him his name.As we admire the suppleness of Possum, let’s deal with the issue of naming conventions. If your pet is allowed on it, it’s a couch; if not, it’s a sofa.Sage needs to pause. She still can’t get used to calling it King’s Birthday.Gaily coloured crocheted blankets somehow excite Gracie’s prey drive.Max is like the wind. A little bit north, a little bit west.The perfectly decorated living room features well chosen soft furnishings: cushions, throw, and Miss Poppy.Ziggy is young but ambitious. There must be a way to claim the whole couch...George sleeps the sleep of someone who’s had a hard week. Know how he feels?Shadz is caught in Ted’s embrace. ‘We are just good friends,’ he tells the tabloids.Puck’s couch is becoming increasingly Puck-shaped.Pillow rides the couch in the racing position.Doc Livingstone has hung out his Do Not Disturb sign. You’ll have to sit elsewhere.Lucy is a pretty thing, yet capable of a potent Black Stare of Death if you disturb her needlessly.Someone told Jackie that winter starts on Monday. And that it goes on for months.Max doesn’t mind that winter is coming. It means lots of cuddles, comfort and cosiness.Puddle is alarmed and offended that you should think she’d use her claws to get up here.Tilly makes a room restful and inviting just by being in it.Here’s a tribute to the beautiful and recently departed Earl Grey. I still have some photos of him in the files and his owner is happy that we can continue to admire him.If only humans could sleep the folded-up way Stanley does – our beds would take up half the space they do.The tidy but judgmental sitting styles of Smudge (left) and Peppa.If you cross Siamese with Burmese, you produce Tonkinese like the exquisite and affectionate Mia. There’s definitely something about those Southeast Asian breeds.From Tonkinese to Tonks. I’m betting she’s named for the heroic Battle of Hogwarts fighter in the Harry Potter books.Felix gazes from his holiday home in Couch Land. It’s where he goes to unwind from the pressures of the garden and the kitchen.Finally, the patchwork beauty named Tortilla. She came from Newtown SPCA in Wellington with her name already set. Her human says: ‘Because she apparently had kittens before we adopted her last year, we joke that somewhere out there are Tortilla's chips.’