Our Olde Ginger Tomcat has for nearly all his life wanted to stretch out beside me, about as close as he could tuck in whenever I sat in anything that provided the room to do so, but not sought to be a lap cat. . . until recently. Now, if I’m sitting and there’s room between a laptop and my torso to allow a lap, he will crawl in and give me “lap massages” with spontaneous purring, whether I pet him or not.
Passages of life for an Olde Tom, I guess.
Meanwhile, taking up almost his former positioning (but with a cat’s width space away), Lil Rescue Kitty will lay there cooing like a dove. Sometimes the Olde Guye will slip between and take up his former preferred position, but just sometimes.
It does make typing on a notebook. . . interesting when he gets fully across my lap. He seems to think my typing motions are petting motions and butts my wrists. Some interesting “head butt typos” sometimes result.
Aaaaaand now, after 30 minutes of “lap time,” he’s decided to head for “his space” beside my left leg. He’ll now probably stay there until I head off to get some tasks done away from the computer. No purring now, though.
Olde Guye 10 years ago:
My Speedy, now 15ish, was purring as I read this. Toward the end, he took my arm and started chewing.
Good thing he only has 10 and 1/2 teeth left! And I wonder where those scratches come from in the morning, lol.
He’s a little peeved cuz it’s time to come inside now.
Olde Guye just turned ~14. He’s become MUCH more demanding of affection in the last year or so.