"Cat Overlords" Topic

I am a pushover for our feline overlords. It takes a event for me to get up or shift when I have one in my lap. Something along the lines of a phone call I am expecting, an urgent need to use the restroom, etc. (though I believe that cats produce a substances that penetrates human flesh and inflates teh bladder when they are on our laps – our family calls this catite which is a similar substance to dogite – that residue you can find on walls and other objects that come into consistent contact with dogs)

If you are a cat owner, do you have similar compunctions about losing a cat on your lap?

Yes. I've been known to watch stuff I dislike on TV for quite some time just because the cat is on my lap and the remote too far away. Sometimes I move a little and he gives me that look that says "don't you dare get up", so I stop moving…

Exception; when I base miniatures in front of the TV, he's not allowed on my lap. Non-negociable.

Actually, I'm pretty lucky. Jack Sparrow is the one most likely to be in my lap, and if he knows I want up or need to move, he gets out of my lap and lets me. Usually. Of course, the instant I sit back down, he's back in my lap again.

Ping Pong learned the price of sitting in my lap is having her ears cleaned. Sinbad knows I'll move him whenever I want, since he jumps into my lap uninvited. Doc Holliday is content to sit behind me, usually.

About half of my dark feline horde of doom are lap cats. My wife is extremely susceptible to Catite when Baldr – Slayer of Productivity falls asleep on her. Given that the rest of them decide they need laptime on a fairly frequent basis, I'll delay moving for a few minutes before getting up. Again, Baldr is the exception and I'll wait a bit longer because he's usually sleeping on his back tucked into my arm. Then, it's just a case of him getting moved when my arm gets tired.

Wyatt

Odyseuss doesn't usually cuddle with me – he's too much of a "guy"; I have to slug him in the arm to show him any affection, otherwise he stalks off – but he wants to hang out with me. He'll be in the room, just on another chair or table.

Bellarion is a cuddler, and I usually let him stay – unless he gets to be a biter, or decide to help me type when I'm on the computer.

All of ours have 'nesting' spots in different rooms
of the house.

As an example, my wife's office has three baskets, with
old soft raggedy towels in them, as cat lairs.
Mid-day will find three of them basket-ensconced
in the office.

There are box tops filled with rags for the same purpose
in my study. If any of them want to be lap cats, they'll
come and pat us on the leg with a soft (non-claw) paw.
Ignoring the request will bring the claws forth…

Nope. My wife acquired Kitty Shrek for our daughter at the beginning of my mobilization for deployment. Although I don't mind him hanging around or on me, if I want to get up, move or otherwise want the furball off me, he goes.

He's a quadruped fer crying out loud. If had opposable thumbs and could help with the gaming projects, maybe I'd give him more leeway.

Odysseus is rather annoyed that cats don't come with opposable thumbs. He knows exactly how the door opens, but kitty paws don't have the equipment. Its so unfair (so is trying to open a 40-lb sliding door with a 15 lb kitty body…)

Boru takes great pleasure in trying to sit on both my wife's and my lap simultaneously. Actualy he lies down on my wife's lap and stretches as far as possible and try to rest his head on my arm. If that fails he'll hook his huge claws gently in my arm or shoulder to remind me to move a little closer…
Fairly big cat ( 11 K's and not a gram of fat)but you wouldn't believe how LONG he can become.
Neither of us will move.

Or he'll just lie down on my chest and starts to purr like a diesel train on steroids. Who can resist?

Scully is most often found in my wife's lap again, and doesn't move an inch for hours. That's usually the time when my wife starts asking for a)a drink, b)a magazine or anything that is out of her reach, and could possibly disturb Her Highness if she tried to get it herself. I'm almost convinced it's a conspiracy.
Her nickname is 'The Velcro Cat' Enough said?
As soon as any of us lights a cigarette she's gone.
We don't smoke much…

Napoleon (Nappy to his friends) on the other hand is mostly found in my neighbourhood. He has been giving me painting lessons for years now and has a marked preference for Winsor & Newton series 7.To chew on.

Not much of a lap-sitter, but I wake up nearly every morning with him on my chest. Luckily he's just a 6 kilo Abbyssinian.

Marilyn(aka "Melon"),our cat,likes to climb up the futon when I'm sitting or laying,and nestle on my chest,sometimes getting her face up close to mine. Other times she'll be resting in the bedroom and once in a while,on my wife's lap.