Ya know, every time Olde Guye tomcat walks right UNDER my foot, then squawks ‘cos he made me step on him, I think, “Seventeen years old and he hasn’t learned yet? Not the brightest bulb in the chandelier.”
Oh, well, he’s good at other things, like keeping my left leg warm. (His fav “lap” position isn’t actually in my lap, but snugged as closely as he can get to my left leg. Oh, sometimes he crawls into my lap, very, very sneakily, but his default location is purring on my left leg *shrugs* He’s a cat. He doesn’t have to “conform to standards.” *heh*)