When I sat in the rocking chair to watch TV, our cats liked to sit in my lap. Buster and Missy together occupied more space that my lap had available. They pretended that they weren’t fighting–just trying to find comfortable positions. It was flattering, really–but not too nice if it escalated out of hand.
They were much more peaceful than the two cats in this video, though.
Our two Siamese pulled this one. I had to sit on the davenport so that they had room to lap over.
I have a hymn suggestion: It Is Well With My Soul.
I’ll start tomorrow’s blog with it.
My iguana used to sit on my lap, but he had no one to fight with.