While home with the critters at lunch time, I experienced a "warm, fuzzy" moment.
Well, O.K., it was just a cat sitting on my lap, but the cat was Max, he who is not given to jumping up on laps of any sort. He is much more an "on the floor, you may serve me" sort of cat.
He seems to be getting the hang of lap sitting: you know the basics. Things like don't sit on the petter's chest with the head pointing downhill. It isn't like seeing the south end of a northbound moose- something everyone in a car doesn't mind seeing. Don't show appreciation for an exceptionally fine petting by sharpening claws on the petter's stomach, or extend those self same claws to obtain better traction when departing said lap or stomach. You know, the basics.
It certainly is more comfortable to have a cat on the lap than a 120 Lb Newfoundland Dog. (They are just not lap critters!)
I think I'll go and see if I can get another dose of therapeutic lapping done.
Later, Mushers!
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