Her Royal highness, Princess of the house and yard and especially the fuzzy blue recliner, is not a lap cat. She wants to make that clear before I, her humble but disobedient servant start spreading rumors about her being fussy.
In all fairness, I did get to the fuzzy blue chair first today and, not being selfish, even spread out an Afghan so she wouldn’t have to sit on my actual lap. Princess Jane made it very clear that she would climb on the arm of and back the fuzzy blue chair and be petted, but, unlike her brother Jim-Bob, who knows no boundaries and has no self respect, she will not sit on my lap.
Instead, she climbed on every part of the chair and me, apparently trying to dislodge me, before retreating to the window to regroup and plan her revenge.
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Her face says is all! Cats always get their way! Hope all is well. I follow your posts and I think of you and the family.
We’re getting by. Can’t complain about being quarantined in Vermont (or tell the difference) – especially when the sun is coming out.
This completely cracked me up! 😂