Lapcats

Sometimes, a well-placed cat can achieve things like nothing else can.

A cat in the lap is something to be savored, a warm comfort that I hadn't experienced for a long time until recently, when Allie and I were blessed with two bundles of feline joy of our very own. It's kind of a shame to rouse an ensconced lapcat. Mine always manage to look offended when forced to move along, way out of proportion with what the crime of moving them should warrant. And a lapcat's trust, once broken, will never be extended again--at least not for a good hour or two, or until it wants something from you. At any rate, a cat in the lap is worth at least two knocking things off the counter or scratching on my favorite chair, so there's always an advantage to keeping them in plain sight.

The other advantage of having a cat in the lap is that it forces me to stay put. And, in this case, to publish a first blog entry. About time.