I sat down and I can’t get up. Luke and Lilly, my feline pals, insist on settling down on my lap at the same time. I get involved in reading or tweeting, and they appear here around the same time, at first feigning interest in what I’m doing, then of course they totally ignore me so they can nap.
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And as every cat lover knows, for some reason, we feel guilty to move them out of the way if we need to get up. Just get up. Go. But no, I hesitate. Something about a furry warm critter napping on me is mesmerizing. Even when a cat is not staring into my eyes (you know how captivating that is) they have some kind of magical hold, seizing my every muscle, stifling every reason I have for being someplace else.
What? How can this be? What is so difficult here? It’s not like I am tied down, or locked in. All I have to do is get up.
Okay, let me just pull the recliner lever a little bit. They stir. Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. Oh, come on. They’ve got all day to sleep…
anywhere they want to.
Anywhere. Oh, I see. That’s what it is. They choose here with me, on my lap. With me is where my feline pals choose to be. Realizing this has me feeling as content as they do. We’ve chosen one another. How comforting that is. I really want this moment to last. 🐾 🐱 💖Theresa M
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