Barb’s Burblings

I love my cats, but one of things that bothers me about them is their steadfast refusal to be lap cats. There have been a few times when it’s been cold and I’ve been sitting on the couch under a blanket when one might sit on me, but that’s about it. But for some reason, Pem decided that today would be great for laptime. Yay! I didn’t even have a blanket!

…Which turned out to be the problem, as I’m wearing pajama bottoms, which are not exactly the thickest material. Pem’s happy, getting her tummy rubbed, and kneading my legs. At first, I could deal. But that only lasted so long, and quickly became me going “Owowowowowow.” And I had to move her off my lap. Argh! Why couldn’t she have tried this while I was wearing jeans?