I’ve done some sitting around the last couple of days. It’s been nice to relax a little. When I sit on the couch, Max has been getting on the footrest. This seems to be his summer place. He hasn’t really sat on his blanket at all since it’s gotten warm. I like it, because it’s almost like he’s sitting in my lap. He’s never been much of a lap cat, so it’s nice when he sits close to me. Except I can’t move my legs much when he’s on the footrest.
Looks like Mr. Max has your number: “Put your leg riiiiiight HERE – that’s it! Now I can rest on it. Thank you very much. Hope you had no plans to move for the next few hours.”
[Ours isn’t a lap feline either (sigh). The closest he comes to deigning us with his personal presence is curling up at night on the afghan we leave at the foot of the bed. Last night, though, he was carousing outdoors again – what a thug! In fact, he’s not back yet for breakfast. Hmmmm…. :-/ ]
It’s fascinating that he has no whiskers. Those bumps look a little like chicken skin, but he is yet very handsome.
P.B. is not a lap cat either. We’re hoping that when it gets cold she will seek us out for warmth. I can make this house cold kitty – just you wait.