Lap chances

Mama C used to bemoan the fact that I was not a “lap cat.” Oh sure, I’ve always liked to be near or next to Those Two, but not on them. My predecessor, Carrot, was apparently an extreme lap cat, much to the annoyance of Mama G, who likes her space. But Mama C was disappointed when I didn’t follow in his footsteps.

Last week Those Two returned from a trip — their second in as many weeks! — and I have to admit, I was feeling particularly clingy after being left alone twice. So when Mama C settled in to watch some TV, I climbed up onto her lap, uninvited. She was delighted! The next night I did the same thing, and again the next. Last night I overheard her tell Mama G that my new routine was starting to get a bit uncomfortable, because she felt like she couldn’t move for fear of disturbing me.

As the saying goes, “Be careful what you wish for!”