I have always wanted a lap cat.
A cat that would crawl up on my lap and I could sit there mindlessly petting her for hours as I watched TV.
When we got Grace, she was just coming out of her kittenness and still played.
Sometimes she would climb on our laps, but mostly she would just run and play.
Now she would just rather sleep in a warm spot and ignore everyone and everything except at meal time.
Since we have gotten Whiskey, who is just coming out of her kittenness and still wants to play, Grace has perked up.
It is fun to watch Whiskey chase Grace and Grace get all bothered and hiss and growl.
She is an old biddy now, and with that has come jealousy.
You see Whiskey is also a lover, and she hops up on me every single morning.
Grace can’t handle that, and wedges herself in every time she can.
At least they keep me warm.